Driving home from university yesterday I got to thinking about this time of year and how crazy busy it always feels. There was the surprise of the first truly warm day, with a hint of Summer's promised heat blowing in a breeze that felt like it was coming off desert country. That slow, inward energy of Winter was all but blown away with this wind, as nature springs into a time of creative action and growth...as do we. Looking at my thoughts I realised my mind was all a swirl with final assignments and exams, studio time, gallery shifts, exhibitions, parcels to post, homeschooling, planting Summer seeds, dinner, this space, walking the dog, connections with family and friends...and on it goes. A little too fast and chaotic much like the feverish Spring growth and hustle and bustle I feel all around me. At times I feel swept along with the fast moving pace with nothing firm and grounded to hold onto to and yet at other times I feel that I am moving slow and simply while the whirl wind continues around me. It is these times when I feel grounded and slow, when the hustle can bustle as fast as it likes and I am not carried along in it's grasp, that my mind is quiet and things get done, without hassle or stress no matter how small or big a task. And yet I always find that when the current has such a strong grip that I struggle to keep up I am thrown a lifeline that forces me to slow down, take a breath and regroup. Yesterday this lifeline took the form of a lifeless camera battery, small critters making their home in Miss Z's hair, an evening of being unplugged from the wide world of the web, a night of fevers and disturbed sleep which has been followed by a day of rain. So while today's lectures went unattended, last night's post went unpublished and assignments have not been started we have have slowed, breathed and grounded ourselves. Sleep is being had by a feverish little one, our girls' nest full of fresh eggs has been found, laundry hangs on the line, albeit soggy from the Spring showers, our hair smells sweet from a natural essential oil creepy crawly treatment, freshly roasted muesli cools on the stove top and the vegie seeds are doing their do.
Through this I hear the voice of my Wise Robin singing her sweet song. It is the song of slow and simple living, being present in the moment with myself and my family, connection with the Earth through her seasons and truly listening... listening to what I heart in life.
What song does your Wise Robin sing?
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