Being: Conscious, mortal existence; life.
Every month we welcome two families, two people, two voices to share their stories in whatever way they choose. We hope that you find joy in their daily lives, and their simple habit of just being.
Recently my watch broke. It wasn’t a particularly special watch- just a simple sports model with a stopwatch feature that I’ve found to be helpful for running. I’ve had it for years and have never formed any particular attachment to it, but I have grown rather accustomed to being able to tell time to the exact minute- in digital convenience no less. And then it broke, leaving me without a convenient way to measure my minutes, and knowing it would be over a week before I could get into town to buy a replacement.
While I was admittedly grumpy about the inconvenience for a while, after a couple days a new way to pace ourselves emerged. Removed from my minute-by-minute awareness and freed from the burden of fruitless comparisons to a self-imposed schedule, my perception of time’s passage shifted. I was forced to find the rhythm of the day with natural cues rather than the impatient external schedule of a digital timepiece.
I found myself waking in the morning, peering out my bedroom window to check the grayness of the morning light as my indicator of the hour. Was the rooster crowing with gusto yet, or was he just warming up? I was sensitive to my body’s cues (had I rested enough?), rather than the numbers on my watch.
It became time for my morning tea when the light reached the Christmas cactus on my kitchen counter in just the right way. It didn’t seem to matter if it was eight or nine- I just knew when I was ready. When I had finished, at whatever hour that might be, it was time to begin school for the day.
I found myself thinking fondly about the pleasures of this time of year, not just days, with increased interest. The joy of flipping through the seed catalog, dreaming of the coming garden. The bowl of clementines on my table which bring a welcome taste of the tropics to my root-cellar-heavy menus. The creation of candy boards in our kitchen, made ready to give our bees the extra calories they’ll need to take them through the bitter cold of January in Maine. The children’s rosy pink cheeks, the special snuggly comfort of a homemade quilt around the shoulders; the unceasing allure of a good book and a cup of steaming hot tea.
Such a silly little thing as my watch breaking brought such essential awareness into my life this week. Feeling a part of the time cycle, rather than endlessly at odds with it, has been so inspiring. Of course…
I went to the store yesterday and bought a new watch.
I hesitated, thoroughly enamored with my new sense of time unfolding at a less precise pace. But buy I did because it’s still necessary to keep the time of the outside world in some capacity since we don’t live in a world completely remote. But I carry with me the timeless sense of the last week, deep in my heart and soul, and I hope to keep the unhurried nature of this week in my consciousness for a very long time to come.
Only time will tell.
This month we are so pleased to welcome Emily to the Being series here on the blog. Emily is a mama to three who blogs about her family’s journey along the path of slow and simple living on her blog, Simple Little Home. Welcome, Emily!
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