|Painting, "Girl in Green Chair," by Michael Carson.|
I devote time to sitting, think about what is necessary and leave as much space as can be gently wrangled between things. To the best of my ability and awareness I smile and serve others, by my definition. Cooking, especially chopping, and dish washing are meditation.
At nearly 70 years of age I am learning to play a musical instrument for the first time. Spending five minutes, approximately, with a guitar teacher when I was 18 and having a nervous breakdown really doesn't count. The stilling, focusing aspects of practicing and learning chords may be medicinal. I intend to sing. I already savor and look forward to every unfolding moment of this adventure. My visiting musician/music teacher brother has launched me well. There is no fear that I will stumble, at least not lastingly, once he returns home.
Keeping "it" simple is a daily choice. Gradually I feel less and less like the hopelessly tangled skein of embroidery thread, seeing myself more neatly wrapped around a square of scrap cardboard, feeling myself not as kinked with drama and anxiety.
Peace has a quality of smoothness, of ease. It is a process and it is slow. Yoda is quoted as saying, "Much to learn you still have...my young padawan." Heh heh. Young. I like that.