I haven’t posted in a few days because I could find very little silence, solitude or simplicity, and when I did, I was too tired to write. Yesterday, for example, I attended the memorial service of a much loved church member who died of cancer while still in her fifties. When I got home, all I wanted to do was lie on the couch and sleep. I’m sure many of you experience this combo of busyness followed by an overwhelming desire to rest body, mind and spirit.
Now I’m at the cottage and am going through my usual adjustment period, taking a while to settle into my non-routine.
“What do you mean, you have nothing you have to do for four days?”
Sounds outrageous, doesn’t it? I’d share some of the nothingness with you if I could. The best I can do is sit here and do nothing for you.
Now I’m at the cottage and am going through my usual adjustment period, taking a while to settle into my non-routine.
“What do you mean, you have nothing you have to do for four days?”
Sounds outrageous, doesn’t it? I’d share some of the nothingness with you if I could. The best I can do is sit here and do nothing for you.