Freshly out of the shower, hair still up in a towel, I was
standing in the kitchen looking out the window and sipping my beloved morning
cup of tea. It was a day off for me, and
instead of scheduling an early dark-thirty appointment and embarking on my
normal furious “must get it all done yesterday” pace, I uncharacteristically
and most intentionally chose to protect the boundaries of this precious 24
hours and elect to make it a day of slowing down. Naturally, my inner chaotic-loving voice
chided me in a nagging, high-pitched voice at the speed of sound – listing all
the “undones”: rooms to clean and
organize, shopping to be done, laundry to be schlepped down to the basement and
washed/dried/put away – and that was just scratching the surface of the
household chores. I felt my guilt rising
(along with my blood pressure) as I was reminded of the umpteen other errands
and tasks that faced me once I jumped in the car.
Mind you, these days I never walk to the car. I either
waddle while juggling bags, pocketbooks and a 20 oz cup of tea threatening to
spill (yet again), or I make the mad dash (late again) from back door to porch
through open garage door to awaiting car door in a single bound. Trust me, Superman would be jealous… until he
couldn’t stop laughing when my book bag loop catches the screen door handle
(yet again) and I am snapped back like the fly fisherman’s rod! It’s not pretty, and I think my neighbors are
starting to sell tickets. But I digress…
So here I stand in the quiet of my kitchen, and I suddenly
am aware of my tea. It tastes wonderful,
and the heat deliciously warms my throat and stomach. I savor the moment. Outside my window, the leftover winter leaves
are gently dancing across the back yard, as if they are excited about the
coming of spring. I find myself smiling
at their antics as if I were watching a group of children scampering around a
playground. As I take a deep breath, I
am aware of how fresh my body feels after being in the hot shower, something I
rarely notice in my morning race against time in the life that I now refer to
as another episode of Beat the Clock.
This space of time in my life is suddenly, yet unhurriedly,
the most precious of gifts. I am in the
moment, drinking in the sights, smells and feelings of NOW. I whisper a prayer of gratitude to God for
giving me this day and all that it holds, and ask His forgiveness for rushing
past His many blessings in my driven days.
I ask Him for eyes to see and ears to hear, and thank Him for helping me
to have the fortitude to stop my rushing for this one day and just BE.
Oh, I know I need to hasten to the day, but I’m going to do
it just a bit more mindfully, and with a slower and more gentle pace. I carefully grab my teacup as I smile at the
screen door’s handle (not today, my friend), and get ready to embrace the rest
of today, one moment at a time.
Exercise your slow down muscles, your intentional/mindful
muscles this week, wild women. Be gentle
with yourselves, remember to seek out/look for/and count your many blessings
and rejoice in the NOW of your day.
Blessings,
Coach Linda
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