This has been one of those weeks where life kept happening while I was making other plans. Nothing bad, certainly–just busy things. A newspaper interview on Monday, lunch with Mom on Tuesday, picking up my new car on Wednesday, and today, another meeting with the builder, regarding the barn. I’m miles behind on my email. I have phone calls to return. I’m just getting over a flu bug, and a part of me would like to crawl back under the covers, swathed in Vicks, and just let the world go right on by. Of course I can’t do that, but it’s a nice fantasy!
I continue to practice the Silence–need it more than ever, when I’m this busy. And I’m still pretty bad at it, too. Guess that’s why they call it a spiritual practice.
Boy, do I need a lot of practice.
I often tell aspiring writers that if you want to do something well, you have to be willing to do it badly first, and usually for a long time. So I’m practicing what I preach. I want to meditate, and I want to do it well. So I have to put in my hitch doing it badly first…