"At the still point, there the dance is." T.S. Eliot
It's the mad, mad Christmas season. Way too much to do.
Way too much to do.
I now know myself that I need down time and quiet almost as much as I need oxygen.
I'm not kidding.
I have come to understand how very, very, utterly important it is. It is when the best of me comes out. (you know that thing… what do you call it? oh yeah- In touch with the Divine Inner Presence) That is when I feel peace and calm and everything feels right with the world. I feel I can love the entire world and even those who are the most unloveable. (I find more and more that is myself) It is when my creativity flows. It is when I can cry and be sad or feel utter joy and gratitude or just sit and be.
And the way that it intermingles around those moments or hours or days of anxiety and fear that make the peaceful quiet moments even that much sweeter.
But I have to be still to feel it. I have to be in the present moment. Not worrying about the next thing. Not worrying about what did or did not happen in the past. It has taken several years of a conscious shift in my thoughts to begin to do this on a regular basis. It takes so much practice, practice, and more practice.
To be in the present moment.
I treated myself and Mallory to a pedicure on Saturday afternoon. I had been wanting to have my feet "worked on" for several weeks. The family had gotten up and 6:00am that morning on a Saturday for Mallory and George to participate in the Girls on the Run race. I lost my good $$ reading glasses on the field. George and I had two Christmas parties to attend that night (an introvert's first world nightmare). Mallory had a birthday party to go to in an hour and a half. There was laundry out the wazoo that needed to be washed or folded or put away. There were more Christmas presents to buy. There were outside decorations to be put up. There were more ornaments to be put on the tree. There were boxes to be put away. The house was (and is) a mess. There were more Christmas cards to be addressed. I had no idea what I was going to wear that night. My hair had not been washed in several days. There were more thoughts to be had in my head to figure out logistics, etc…and you get the idea…
And the Christmas music was blaring. (and it was not a soothing instrumental)
But as I sat with my feet soaking in the water and being tended to, I was so enthralled in the moment. I put my head back, closed my eyes, ignored the crappy music and breathed deeply. I had looked forward to this moment for several weeks. It was a peace orgasm. Even amongst the chaos, my mind settled down and I was IN THE MOMENT. Many months ago, I had a FB acquaintance write about her first ever pedicure experience and the description of it was so detailed and her enjoyment and pleasure of the experience was eye-opening. She was ecstatic at something I took for granted.
I can enjoy and be at peace with most anything I have to- if I change my thoughts about whatever it is.
Thoughts are so powerful.
If we can be in the present moment, the exquisiteness of being alive is overwhelming.
(And my toes are the prettiest shade of red.)