Even though I’m retired, I occasionally cram too much busyness into my life. It seems to run in cycles. I do well for a few months—taking my sweet time, engaging in simple activities, pushing distractions away as quickly as they appear. And then the cycle breaks and there I am again, frantically rushing here and there, doing and going, or just thinking too hard about the things I need to do that aren’t getting done. That activity alone can quickly send me a half-mile down Loony Lane.
After returning from our extended trip, I noticed I was crossing the line into the frantic pace again, so the last few days have found me making a conscious effort to not let things get out of control. In the middle of all the noise, I’m deliberately finding the quiet, seeing the simple, breathing a prayer, savoring the moment.
Life is a fragile mystery, waiting to be unwrapped and unfolded. And it’s been my experience that nothing good comes from hurrying the process. A rose cannot be rushed to bloom, but each stage has its own rhythm, slow and easy.
Days of contentment are often those spent in the slow lane, filled with simple things:
- Early morning coffee outdoors.
- A stroll through the neighborhood.
- Gathering flowers in the afternoon.
- The hum of the washer and dryer in the evenings, then folding warm laundry into neat piles.
All of these activities quiet my mind, but I have to be careful not to allow distractions. That is the secret.
Until next time, sweet friends, I’m reminded of the words of Socrates: “Beware the barrenness of a busy life.” May you find the quiet in your days.