I’ve needed one – but time/circumstance/work/clients, winding up those dad-matters, reasons/excuses I’ve used to some effect, to convince myself I’m OK. I’m not. Not yet. But better. Improved. Driving hard. Chipping away. Above par. Getting back in swing of things (hey, it’s Masters week, so golf metaphors are allowed).
Quality of attention has returned.
Don’t know with certainty this strategy is best long run approach. Best for now. Best for me. Best way to stay focused for these challenges, here, now …
Not for everyone. Some people need breaks of a different kind. I see those merits. For some, sitting back, or sitting things out awhile, like an athlete on the bench for a few games, sometimes that is what we need. Sometimes that might be chilling-out at home alone, or venturing half-way around the world to the most isolated spot we can find, in silence, in meditation or in blatant avoidance . . .
I ponder, grind away.
My escape-think brain candy drifts to next adventures . . .
What if home, lifestyle, experience put me in a new place. Piece of land, building or part of one. Place in mind where ideas and people meet for thrive and drive …?
I’ll build this ideal home – physically, metaphorically – small, sustainable, livable and lovable. Not family-big. Enough for me and company. Place for ideas, work and writing to stretch out. Flourish.
Built between some rock and a hard place, above flowing water, on a mountainside and at the beach – such great place where life’s a peach, for each.
Enough rooms. And then one more, a room for improvement.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 0C/32F, light breeze, sunny and warming up .. nice actually, to walk Gusta while yesterday’s muck is still frozen …. her paws are dirty but not mud-clogged. Amazing, how such tiny things can make me happy …