Making a Mad Dash
"Why is everyone always in such a hurry?" That's what my Grandmother used to ask. She would tell me that I was "burning t...
"Why is everyone always in such a hurry?"
That's what my Grandmother used to ask. She would tell me that I was "burning the candle on both ends". She didn't though. She would sit and read and drink tea. She could sit and read and drink tea better than anyone I know.
Sit and read and drink tea.
And look up from time to time when I was burning the candle, making a mad dash, living. She used to tell me that there was nothing I could ever do that would cause her to stop loving me. When I was young, very young, I would make up all kinds of worst case scenarios and ask "Would you still love me THEN?"
She would sit and read and drink tea and say, "yes, always."
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A grandmother's love is such a wonderful thing! Thank you, too, for the great little movie of that young elephant in a hurry. Is he hurrying toward his grandmother?
Reply“Sit, read and drink tea”... How so very often I need to remember this. My work (and so my mind) is go go go...yes at times a mad dash most of the time. Your grandmother was very wise. I have a quote from Thoreau next to my work computer to remind me of the ringing of the bell and call to stillness, The being in life at a measured calm pace...slow down and breath.
Reply“There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head or hands. Sometimes, in a summer morning, ... I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumacs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around. I grew in those seasons like corn in the light, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.”
Peace.