March 30th, 2020

speaker, consultant, coach

Fewer and deeper

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Rumi

Good morning from my cosy little office.

Coffee poured; a pint of water. And ready for the unfolding day.

Here we are again: Monday — as if, right now, it's different to any other day.

Is it me but I seem to be doing far less than before the pandemic? What do I mean? Well, I've got less to pull my attention away from what I'm doing. 

Sunday (yesterday) is a good example:

a) I dug the garden, ready for planting. I don't normally spend much time in the garden because it's my wife's domain; I like the garden but I'm better equipped with a pair of secateurs and a shovel than I am considering the nuances of a planting regime. 

b) I finished reading Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. I must have read well over 150 pages. I finished the book. I loved it. 

c) I walked the dog, once in the morning and once in the evening. I know I'm not supposed to go outside more than once, but if I didn't take Alfie out for a proper walk — i.e. for more than an hour — he'd only get a cursory walk around our house. (I saw no people on my morning walk and at least 20 on the afternoon one.)

d) I cooked lunch — Meditteranean, vegan soup. 

e) And I slept in the afternoon, no doubt as a consequence of my ridiculously early start. 

(I feel blessed to be able to do all these things.)

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