It's 1040, Sunday morning.
And I'm not in church.
Couldn't do it.
I'm not one to miss - nor to encourage missing - but I'm sure that my "pushed to the limit" body/soul/spirit would not have absorbed anything today and so I made my decision.
Thinking about what has escaped my radar this week, this spring.
I've got through the shifts, did the Run, camped the May Long, made the YC trip and got the garden in.
But I'm sitting here in my horribly unkempt back yard that is hugely embarrassing to me -
And THIS is what I've missed:
- I've missed the feel of the wind on my face fighting my product-laden hair, teasing it to come out and play
- I've missed the warmth of the sun on my knees, penetrating my cozy yoga pants
- I've missed the sound of the wind shaking the huge elm trees in my neighbor's yard
- I've missed the smell of "outside". Can that be bottled?
- I've missed the "I'm cold, nope, I'm hot"
- I've even missed taking care of my dirt and my weeds (aka, lawn)
When the first snow falls, I always feel a sense of loss - "well, there goes my OTHER ROOM" (my back yard). Soon fall and winter routines continue and I become grateful that I don't have to caretake the yard and the break is welcome.
- Cue winter schedules
- Cue Christmas
- Cue school routines
- Cue everything that sucks up attention and time.
- Cue warm sun, coaxing us back outside, back into that OTHER ROOM that lay neglected
- Cue. Every. Single. Job. Ever. Needed. And. Do. It. Now. Before. The. Neighbors. Hate. You.
Goodbye Living room
Hello other room.
You need so much attention.
Is it too much?
Or is it "just right"?
Is it obligation
Or is it....
Calling me back outside to nature?
Put down the phone
Put down the lists
Put away the appointments
"Come back to nature
Come back to Me.
Let the wind blow and shake you
Let the sun control your body
and make you smile
and make you sweat
Let the clouds
Let the clock
Watch the time pass by
Let the green grass be
And the yellow dandelions be
In spite of themselves
Let the beans be the first to
burst through the dry dirt
Let the tomatoes move from
spindly legs to
arms of steel
Ready to hold rosy treasures
And I don't want to miss a thing.
"The earth is the Lord's
And EVERYTHING in it."
(....maybe even the tent caterpillars...)