I fidget. Anything but simply being with and enjoying the quiet transition before jumping back into writing the final chapters of Casanova Cowboy.
If there is a lesson to be learned, it may be to stop. Appreciate where I am without unnecessarily complicating things by doing.
It’s the tolerance to simply be with what is happening without trying to change it. When I do, there is a quality of inner strength and balance that allows a mindful presence of being, even when taking care of the everyday little things of living.
The concept of BEING is not easily grasped. It is similar to a writer who is learning to show instead of tell.
Yesterday after we had presented our excerpts from Snowbirds, one comment was: “It’s just like you were performing at Woodlawn’s (local theater). Instead of a one-person show, it was interaction between two persons. I enjoyed it very much.” (For me, she told me that I had written Snowbirds something that has substance.)
“Just to be is a blessing.
Just to live is holy.” (Rabbi Abraham Hershel)