jusummerhayes

Softly, softly

Photo by Samara Doole on Unsplash
Photo by Samara Doole on Unsplash

Good morning.

Another week Zooms into view. 

I've lost count of how many weeks I've been working from home. Is it eight or nine? Does it really matter? 

I'm here; I'm alive; I've got coffee — rich, mellifluous coffee; I've got a good thing going; and my daily routine is my daily routine, and it's one I've grown into as if by magic. It's me, and I'm it.

But of course, I feel the tug of the old life: the increased movement of traffic; the increase in background noise; and an overwhelming sense that everyone has had a gutful of the restrictions.

I get it. Seriously, I get it. I understand the need to go about our normal, everyday activities and to enjoy a few of the simple pleasures of old. Hell, despite sounding a bit misanthropic at times, I also miss the quiet bustle of my favourite cafe on the Dartington Estate and a few other things.

But do we always have to be in such a rush?

Softly, softly

It's no accident that I often pray in aid the immortal lines from Michael E. Gerber's extraordinary book, The E-Myth Revisited, to depict the life we've created for ourselves: 

doing it; doing it; doing it.

It's positively oracular — glued (if you like) to the hamster wheel, feeling utterly and shamelessly compelled to do but suffering with a disassociation from who we truly are, namely true self

But hasn't this pandemic, at least in part, shown us that perhaps there might be another way? A softer way, perhaps?

In any event, why the sudden lurch back to our old ways?

The money? The family? The work/life balance?

I wonder?

Me, I'm going to take my time — and I'm not saying that to be smug but it's the truth. In addition, I will ask a few more searching questions at work, at home and amongst my friends and family, if for no other reason so we don't airbrush this event including the death toll, the untold grief, the poverty, the human tragedy and the embryonic recovery of nature.

Yes, yes, I know that makes me a prig (and the other 'p' word) but I don't care. 

But the pace of emergence doesn't do complete justice to the rubric. We should also consider how we might tread more softly on our souls, our life, our relationships and avoid working ourselves into a frenzy and thus lose touch with reality.

Anyhow, it's that time again. Dog walk and all that.

I hope your day isn't too bad.

Take care.

Blessings,
Ju

Note: For the second time, I've included a little poem below which I like. 


Slowing down

by Erica Olson

the quicker the day goes by the quicker the night comes
people busy never stopping through the day
people slowing down once the night comes
some sleep while others are up
some are busy while the others are sleeping
always busy never slowing down
always busy never ending rushes
people always going not caring what happens
just slow down, breathe, slow down and easy
will make you feel more relaxed
you'll feel better if you're not always on the go
you can never tell what goes around and you
what is happening if you're always on the go
take it easy you'll feel better
realizing how wonderful life is once everything is slowed
you don't need to be so slow you don't get anything done
just slow down
see how amazing life is once you slow down
once you're gone you'll never be able to be here,
see how much you missed when you were always on the go
slow down and take it easy
enjoy life while you're still here.

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