Quiet
It's been a long week...
Maybe it’s because of the disturbing ‘message’ we received from The Crone Tarot on Sunday night, but in spite of being pulled in a million directions, all day today I kept struggling to remember what day it was (thinking it must surely be Friday) and feeling simultaneously shocked to realize it’s only Wednesday.
It’s not as though anything truly monumental has taken place in the world this week (yet). In fact, almost the opposite. And if I think this through, had something major happened, time would’ve assumed its cloak of invisibility and disappeared altogether. As it does.
Now, just as I write these words, a rumble of thunder quietly reminds me to complete my task and get to bed. Thursday is almost here. (Technically, it’s already arrived.)
I need a little more of what I’m experiencing in this moment: The lullaby of raindrops pattering on leaves. Thunder rumbling across the sky. The comforting voices of tree frogs reveling in their favorite songs.
There’s a part of me that just wants to sit and listen to the quiet. Oh, who am I kidding? All of me wants to do that. And not feel so exhausted that I fall asleep as soon as I start listening.
It feels wasteful to have such an abundance of potential replenishment so close, and yet never avail myself of it enough to fill my cup.
Maybe it’s not a waste; maybe it’s simply a misplacement of priorities.
I have to smile sometimes when I watch Congressional hearings. “Reclaiming my time,” a representative or senator will say (sometimes over and over, seemingly to no avail). Does that mean they literally get seconds or minutes that were ‘eaten up’ by a witness’s belligerent retorts or obfuscations added back to the pool they’re allotted? Wouldn’t that be a neat trick if that ability translated into our regular lives?
“Reclaiming my time!”
I declare that on behalf of myself and all of you who are waiting for another chapter.