Idleness

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1.the state of being inactive.Syn.  Dawdling, pottering, shilly-shallying

2.disinclination to activity. —Syn.  slowness, indolence, slothfulness

Webster’s New World Thesaurus was fairly upbeat with its ‘idleness’ entry until ‘indolence’ and ‘slothfulness’ made an appearance. Here we enter into the realm of judgment and the expectation that incessant activity and productiveness is a preferred mode of being.

Easter Sunday was a rare day of, yes, I’ll claim it, indolence.  The positive spin would be ‘rest.’  The massive and very dead ash tree along the Rt. 296 lane had finally been removed and Mike was tired.  Our social life found us happily out late the night before, celebrating the season with long-time friends.  The plan had been to hop in the car the next day and get ourselves to the hill, but after sitting on the back porch in perfect bliss with our morning coffees, we concluded a trip to the farm was altogether too much doing.

Or as my godson Lyle used to ask, when I picked him up from preschool and proceeded to run errands, ‘Diana, could we please stop going?’  Yes, Lyle, we could.  What a fine question.  We do not have to keep going.  Stopping is a very good idea.  Essential, really.

We live in a world with very few pauses, and I write this week to encourage the finding of spaces, moments, hours, even a day, to quit with going and doing.  This Easter Monday finds me refreshed* following a rare day of do-less-ness.  Wishing for you the same—-

*Thanks to Beth C. for her delightful uses of the word ‘refreshed.’  

 

 

Morning-Day

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Lyle at 9

“It’s Morning-Day!”  This after the sound of a slap, as Lyle’s feet meet the guest room floor, followed by patter as he runs to my bedside, his face illuminated with that light only the very young possess.  How I cherish this memory.  The mere thought of my godson at three is more than enough to take me into the length and width and spaciousness Mr. Alexander was training his students to re-discover.

Hmmm.  Skip the Alexander Technique lessons and just love on your godson?  Well, yes, and maybe….and how about both!  Train the mind to live fully present in a body, and open the heart to loving well.

About that open heart. The one that loves well.  Longtime Alexander Technique mentor, Dale, encouraged me to let love expand not only my heart-front, but my heart-back.   A great way to rediscover your heart-filled-back is to lean against a wall with only your thoracic torso (the top half where the lungs reside) in contact with it.  Now exhale gently on an ‘f’ as in ‘fee-figh-foh-fum,’ followed by allowing the inhalation to move your back ribs where they join the spine.  Delicious.

Happy Birthday, Lyle!  Have a great time celebrating your 17th.  You have brought 17 years of joy and delight to this godmother—-