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cedar_grove) wrote2011-04-23 05:38 pm
cedar_grove) wrote2011-04-23 05:38 pm
Life Lived Slowly
From The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
So wake me by accepting me, and the world will sprout us up like grass.
(from 20th April)
Coming home for a good length of time means being able to live day to day as we would if we were living together all the time. Mir and I had talked a little bit about the way that, when we're more relaxed about being together, and not rushing to fit everthing in an sever or ten days, our time together is of much better quality than when we're rushing to cram in as much as we can. Today that meant staying home while Mir went out to babysit for a couple of our friends.
It was another one of those comforting moments - although I managed to give myself the willies watching Ghost Hunters - knowing that Mir was out babysitting, I was home babysitting, because after all our rats still needed their playtime, and that when she came home everything would be done and we could go to bed and not be too tired in the morning.
It was a good contrast to the morning, another busy morning, and a missed phone call that meant that I hadn't taken the mouse when I called in to Mir's work. What she said on the message that was on the answering machine when I got back made sense, with gas so expensive, driving back and forth didn't make sense - but I would have done it anyway.
Made me wonder though, in hindsigh, how much my willingness to make the second journey with the mouse was driven by the desire to be seen as being good to make an impression, that honestly, I don't really need to make. Mir knows that I would do it... but in this instance, I shouldn't, (and didn't). Instead I stayed home and finished off making the ratties clean and comfortable.
Birds don’t need ornithologists to fly.
So wake me by accepting me, and the world will sprout us up like grass.
(from 20th April)
Coming home for a good length of time means being able to live day to day as we would if we were living together all the time. Mir and I had talked a little bit about the way that, when we're more relaxed about being together, and not rushing to fit everthing in an sever or ten days, our time together is of much better quality than when we're rushing to cram in as much as we can. Today that meant staying home while Mir went out to babysit for a couple of our friends.
It was another one of those comforting moments - although I managed to give myself the willies watching Ghost Hunters - knowing that Mir was out babysitting, I was home babysitting, because after all our rats still needed their playtime, and that when she came home everything would be done and we could go to bed and not be too tired in the morning.
It was a good contrast to the morning, another busy morning, and a missed phone call that meant that I hadn't taken the mouse when I called in to Mir's work. What she said on the message that was on the answering machine when I got back made sense, with gas so expensive, driving back and forth didn't make sense - but I would have done it anyway.
Made me wonder though, in hindsigh, how much my willingness to make the second journey with the mouse was driven by the desire to be seen as being good to make an impression, that honestly, I don't really need to make. Mir knows that I would do it... but in this instance, I shouldn't, (and didn't). Instead I stayed home and finished off making the ratties clean and comfortable.
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