There comes a time when you need a break. You’ve been moving at a dizzy pace for weeks, whirling through your days like a desert dervish.
Your spirit screams for R&R while your conscience feeds thoughts to your brain that go something like, there’s too much to do, just one more task and my personal favorite, time is money, so stop wasting time!
Living out of three houses –each about 25 miles apart–for the last week brought my sweetie and me to our knees over the weekend. We cried Uncle! and laid around the Manor pool most of yesterday, ignoring calls from laptops to come inside and work.
Begin the day with sunshine
Today was the first day we’ve seen morning sun since we’ve been house- and dog-sitting at the Manor. We’ve experienced some unseasonably cool temps for north-central Texas and quite a lot of rain recently.
The weather was perfect for packing to move from our townhouse to our new home and community but not so great for our dangling carrot, a three-week stint at the oasis we call the Manor.
We’ve worked so hard for the last month, packing, cleaning, buying new appliances, selling old stuff, and yes, working. We knew the break would come, when we could relax and chill for three weeks before settling into our new place and getting things unpacked at our leisure.
Circumstances didn’t quite work out that way. Turns out our plan was a tad too simplistic. Oh well.
And the blasted weather–windy and too cool for the pool–didn’t help our states of mind at all.
But yesterday, one week after our arrival at the Manor, was sunny and hot from the start. Upon awakening, I made a beeline to the chaise lounge for my morning journal time.
B still and notice the gifts of nature
As I wrote, my attention was drawn to the swaying branches of the massive oak tree just outside the fence. I recalled a piece I read years ago about focusing on the space between tree leaves when meditating. I believe the author called the practice right now meditation.
The more I focused on the tree, the more I let go. That’s when I decided to surrender my intention of working. I was called to do something way more important.
Those moments are my lifelines, although I don’t let go often enough. I mostly hurry and scurry through life (Can you relate?)
But there’s something about the Manor that invites quietness and a loosening of the ties that bind me to my work. The air here seems to whisper, Take a step away from your busyness, let yourself meld with the sacred spaces here.
Yesterday, I heeded the call and had a peaceful, relaxing day. The work is still there, but I’m grateful for the respite, for allowing the wind to overtake me as I focused on the space between the leaves.