“I realized that I want what the crones (the old gypsy women) have: time for all those long deep breaths, time to watch more closely, time to learn to enjoy what I’ve always been afraid of…”
~Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
I’m sorting today. Trying to stay quiet. I probably overdid yesterday, running errands in the morning, mad-cleaning the house just before last night’s engagement shoot. Well, okay, not probably. I DID overdid -do. Whatever. I went to bed late last night, couldn’t finish my dinner. My whole system just quit, and it hasn’t quite started up again this morning.
So I’m taking this day slow, sorting failure from personal expectations, putting my energy into the life-giving things, pushing off stress. Mostly, I’m trying to be still, doing what my body’s been hollering at me to do. I don’t know why I’m afraid of being still. Maybe because I think I won’t be able to stay still, because I completely believe the stress and panic of racing time will always win. Maybe because I feel like my plates won’t keep spinning if I sit down to watch them go.
But I want the time today. I need the long deep breaths and the drawing near.
Take your time today. (P.S. Nice Psalm!)
So, so good to be still, Kelly. You take care of yourself, please!
Do I have a favorite Psalm? Funny you should ask. You didn’t? Well, umm, if I did, and you asked, I might say it’s 73.
My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
You can fail, Kelly. You can fail and so can your body. But He remains your portion. Or, in other word, enough. Not praying that He is that, but that you sense unmistakably that He is that.