// January 12th, 2009 // No Comments » // Decisions, Inspiration, Life (and the living of it)
So I’m back! After the most wonder-full, relaxing, nourishing and delicious holiday. How was yours?
I have so much to write about – spending the holidays with my entire family, travelling all over the country with my man, the incredible book I’m reading at the moment, the many realisations that hit me over the last three weeks… But perhaps, seeing as today is my (and many other people’s) first day back at work, I should write about something a little more pertinent: The art of the everyday.
Because it’s easy to be calm and spiritual and happy when you’re on holiday, isn’t it? You can sleep as much as you like, you can read for hours (if you so wish, which I always do!), you can pretty much do what you want. I have to say, this has been one of my most peace-full holidays ever. I’ve been focusing a lot on staying present, on being here while I do this, and then moving on to the next thing and being fully present for that too. Amazingly, it’s actually much easier than trying to do ten things at once, while having imaginary future conversations in your head that relate to the eleventh thing. My head feels clearer, I have more energy and I feel, essentially, lighter in spirit.
As I said, easy to do when you’re on holiday.
But when I approached my computer this morning – full of 3 weeks of unreplied-to-emails, requests from people, things to think about, and work to do – my mind started up its chatter all over again. All of a sudden the urge to open five tabs at once and flip between them while the pages load became irresistible. I started thinking in fast forward again. The imaginary conversations with people I have to call later came flooding back in.
And what do you know, I immediately started feeling tired. Drained, sore eyes, tired, despite it only being mid-morning. Isn’t it amazing how our bodies communicate with us?
So I stopped. I sat on my verandah for a while watching a couple of butterflies flitting in and out of the flowers. I did some yoga stretches. I remembered to breathe. And slowly the noise in my head quieted down and my energy returned.
So what am I on about? Finding the balance in every day, the moments that make our days sing for us, the art of the everyday. Because life is like our own special work of art, and what kind of artists would we be if we only knew how to paint on weekends and holidays?
