Things have shifted.
Externally, here.
My child & I spend mornings apart now, since she began school last week.
I know this is good for her.
It is good for her.
She shares her light with her own new world.
I know this is good for me.
It is good for me.
I am able to accomplish things.
But.
I am able to accomplish things.
Wednesday morning after I hugged her goodbye, I scurried to the community radio station where I volunteer in the newsroom.
Ordinarily my daughter comes with me, and I end up spending a portion of time there attending to her needs, talking about what’s what, sharing food with her, etc.; parenting. Without her, I simply did my work. And I left only when my work was done and I was ready to move on.
So I went to the bookstore, bank and grocery store: mindful that each of these errands with my child would have sufficed as the sole, singular outing of a day. All of this in 4 hours.
During this week, I have gotten so much done in those short periods of time alone: I’ve worked, taught, cleaned, organized, done, sat in meditation.
And that’s great.
And yet I wonder what I missed, getting things done.
When we are together, life moves slower. I have more time, it seems, though I accomplish less in the traditional sense.
My work now, is integrating what I have practiced breathing every breath with my child into a world where I will not always have her at my side to support a slower pace.
And as usual, I suspect that awareness is the key to this.
And that is a practice I know well and know that begins again and again. With every breath.
I’m drawn back to one of my favorite passages from the Yoga Sutras:
abhyasa vairagya abhyam tan nirodhah
Stillness follows practice (for many moons) without attachment to the result.
YS I:12
And so practice on, I will.
LOVE.
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