I feel idle I’m used to having a long list of should ottas. Granted I have lots of “it would be good to get done” tasks but no urgency This is the no wind in my sail moments that I said I wanted in order to discover what “I want to do with my one wild and precious life”. Napping, my default, still feels good, but …. I’m used to being productive, putting food by, building designing. Somehow I’m reminded of Adam’s ceramic teacher in collage who saw how every assignment to work on a skill was used to make something utilitarian, and so gave him a challenge to make something frivolous He made a ceramic purple cow head. On a plaque. Which hung on the wall at Pipers Nest for years.
It’s definitely against my habit to invite “trivial pursuits”. But perhaps cultivating idleness might reveal new delights. But it at least fuels the restlessness which could indeed feed the search for something new
No comments:
Post a Comment