Hello, are you still there? Bless you for checking in on me.
It has been a very long absence.
Truth be told, there have been moments these past two months when I felt more like a penguin out of water....wandering steep shale slopes
a turtle chasing his own tail, meandering in meaningless circles..
eyes closed in stupor and slothfulness ...
or a can of peas rolling helter skelter every which way....irretrievably lost
even rusty old nails without purpose have popped up in my thinking.....
it is TIME to stick my neck out and venture forth..
to get back on the proverbial bike and pedal down the unknown path....
Through the weeks of personal, family stress and illness, there came a time when it was too much....photography, paint, friends, communication all loss significance in my days of fretting and fog.
At the right moment my daughter gave me some very welcome advice: (I always learn from my adult kids)
FIVE MINUTES AT A TIME !
I thought back to the hundreds upon hundreds of monks I have seen through out my extraordinary travels....they live in the moment, they have faith that they will be cared for, they give careful consideration to all things, they learn to handle stress, harsh environments, upheavals around them.
Think no further than Five Minutes at a time. Do not wander ahead into un-borrowed time.
Again the monks with their "begging bowls" became a metaphor for my pointless self-talk.
I now softly place my doubts and worries for family members, my husband and their trials into a "begging bowl." And there they will rest until I am ready to pull them out, one by one, for examination.
We are still in the middle of the "messitude"...but I am striving to live "Five Minutes" at a time and pesky worries are tucked in my "Begging Bowl."
I have missed your friendship and sharing.
I LOVE YOU!
Thank you for being here for me!
I will share some postings, thoughts, photography and art with more regularity. But these too are Five Minutes away or nestled in a bowl.