They arrive one by one, two by two with food and bottles of wine in hand. We talk, we eat, we look at the stars and warm ourselves by the bonfire. I am a little exhausted the next day (we all are), but a fun evening, for sure.
Two days later, my daughter and I plan a walk after dinner. It’s raining but we are undeterred. With dishes done, we get umbrellas, we walk down the front porch steps and onto the walkway. We don’t even get to the driveway when we decide to abort. It’s a downpour and windy, and cold. We wait two more nights, no rain. We walk, the stars and a few reflective planets pasted onto the night sky above us. It’s perfect.
I fluctuate between steadiness and fluster. I’d say it’s more steadiness, but when the fluster begins its flustering, it temporarily overshadows the steady. I keep reminding myself: the words, the photographs, the breath. Engage. These are my rocks, my anchors, my tools. Why am I easily distracted? Why do I doubt? Steady on, steady on.
Feeling steady, I sit at my desk with pen in hand and let words drip onto page. In this moment, I don’t know if the steady or the fluster is stronger, I only know that something is at play. I look out the window to my left and see the light rising over the roof of my neighbors’ house. The light, the dripping words. Steady on, steady on.
We talk for a good while, of tea, of dentists and dermatologists, of Covid, eventually landing on the things that keep each of us steady, the things that bring pleasure and also feel a necessity: the words, the photographs, the creating. We talk of not needing an endgame, we talk of practice. This practice thing – this no-endgame thing – is not glamorous but it is the way through and forward. I lay head to pillow, rise the following day, look out the window to my left, hoping to catch the magical light rising, praying that the words will drip once more.
Steady on, steady on.
The good life is a process, not a state of being.
It is a direction not a destination.
~ Carl Rogers ~
8 thoughts on “steady”
always the knitting and sipping some tea :)
The light…the steadiness…words dripping on the page…talk of the practice instead of the end game. I love it all.
I read your words this morning with my coffee. Such a lovely way to start the day. Thank you Michelle.
Thank YOU, Erica. I’m glad it was a lovely start to your day. That makes me happy to know.
I’m back. home after my visit with my son, a lot of steadying of myself needed just now! I’ll be remembering Thomas Moore too.
Take your time with the steadying. I hope the visit went well. xo
early morning sunlight flickering on the floor and walls, reminding us of a new day, another chance to practice intention…having my morning coffee with you today! :)
“The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.” ~ Thomas Moore
Ah, Connie, I know you understand (and live/practice) this. I’m glad you’re here, thank you.
And so much YES to the Thomas Moore quote ❤️