First of all, the email, or rather the lack of it. I loved it. Out of sight, out of mind, well… almost. And with that, out went some of the trivial chatter in my head as I realized that many of my little thoughts don’t really matter at all—all rather humbling. I also found that I could admit to myself that the people in my email and cyberspace world were out there leading their lives just fine without me—again, all rather humbling.
Living without a time clock was also rewarding and immensely liberating. My own mind/body/spirit clock told me when to think, nap, pray, read, eat, walk and do my jigsaw puzzle. It was definitely operating in the present moment. Then, when I thought it was 6 PM I checked, only to find that the time was closer to 5. Amazing how in an instant, I was back in linear time.
I’m going to live with my m/b/s clock whenever I can up here at the cottage. And, in a month, when this rental is over, I’ll try to plan some days in that same spirit at home. It won’t be easy but the challenge will be worth it.