I woke up before most of the kiddos this morning and sat in the sunshine on the couch. I did not set a timer, but just sat and listened to my breathing. I also reflected on many of the beautiful people in my life and how thankful I am for them.
At dinner I was feeling slightly sorry for how little work I got done today and my children cheerfully pointed out that we had fertilized the garden with two types of organic fertilizer, made lunch, researched summer swimming lessons (but who wants to sit at the pool for four hours and still have one child not take lessons?), shaved the dog, cut six people’s hair, put up the tent, watched a PBS special on Ancient Greece and an old Mork and Mindy episode and spent a few minutes trying to uncover the sewing room.
I have a terrible time trying to remember moments in my life and I wonder if it’s because I’m not really present. I wonder if I’m so busy following other thoughts and tangents while I’m working that I can’t recall what I was doing because the noise in my mind obscures it?
How we spend our days, of course, is how we spend our lives. ~Annie Dillard
May I spend each day mindfully.
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I wonder if you would like this book I am reading called Buddhism for Mother’s. I know (think??) you are not Buddhist, but this book really is about being mindful of the little things in life. About how to spend your day in mindfulness. It has really helped me to learn how to be more “present” daily. You could just skip over the Buddhist stuff. Just a thought…