Stop for a minute, or a week

Stop and smell the roses, so they say. Force the halt, cease all activity apart from the necessity to breathe. Even if only for a few minutes, although a week or two would be best. Give yourself that time to be and do whatever you’re guided to do, without question.  

Give yourself permission to not think and listen to what calls from inside. Feel that breath rise from your belly, imagine the pent-up of must-dos passing through parched lips into a vanquished place of no return.

Step off the doing and thinking treadmill and rest from what needs to be done for an hour, even 10 minutes a day will give the heart the freedom to do as it wills. Leave your phone, emails and all social media. Allow yourself to turn off from the crazy of the world, whether the cat crying at three or four in the morning to be let outside or the tantrum throwing adult wanting the red lollypop in the supermarket that one person holds, when a thousand red lollypops sit on the shelf.

Shut down from the tormenting anger spiked in the anguish of a river bed scorched in skeletal frailty, shelter from the spits of narcissistic demands of entitlement with no care for anyone but an ego self. Such darkness of malice hurts, especially when devoid of care or nurture.

Take a breath in the open air, even if clouds loom in grumbling grey and screams of me, me, me taunt a genial breeze. Wriggle your toes in the grass and feel the soft blades bend to your curve of step, appreciate the occasional stab from a broken twig or thorn from a weed as a reminder that without pain, we cannot know pleasure. Notice cars zooming by, and the occasional siren of urgency. Discern the hues of mauve and lilac tinging those pillows of brewing above.

Eat when you’re hungry and not according to the clock, play in the sand pit with your toddler or the foot beneath the table of the woman you want to lunch with, even if it’s to share a cheese sandwich by a lake.

Make love. Eat some more, the hommos in the fridge with Turkish bread or the goji berries coated in dark chocolate. Some say cold meat pies are best. Watch movies. Walk the dog and stroke the cat, allow them to sneak onto a bed for an afternoon nap. Lounge in your favourite leather chair and watch more movies. Doze, then read. Sip a slow brewed coffee dolloped in cream or a glass of wine or beer, or better yet, a Wild Thing cocktail swimming in passionfruit with a flaming cinnamon stick for stirring.

Take that sojourn from daily grind and do your nothing, whatever that is to you. Say no to the meeting you must have with him or negotiation you must have with her. Help that person you promised after you’ve had time to catch up with you. Give yourself the courtesy and good health of time. Talk to her or see him when you’re ready. You won’t burn at the stake or be stoned for ignoring a sulking demand.

It’s not a luxury to give this time to oneself, but a necessity to be in your nothing. It comes with a level of courage though, for what floods in when the weave of distractions slackens, can swirl in muddy torrents that whip into a whirlpool of lost swirl.

What to do when one stops doing what is supposed to be done can confuse day and night and merge thoughts of today and tomorrow to a mess of exhaustion. Legs can grow heavy and struggle to move, feet trip over a pavement of no undulation. Eyelids hang tired and ache in limp muscles and steadying in this whirlpool of lost takes every imaginable speck of strength.

Where to, what now, how can I … this is awful.

Yet among the birds continuing to chirp in varying trills to a background of murmuring traffic is the eye in the muddy torrent, where the muck settles and glimpses of love without judgment begin to flicker. That light and love grow and soon, the radiance of those that give and appreciate shine as stars that blind all that take with the insatiable intensity and selfish desire of a Vampire Bat, tearing blood vessels with its sharpest of teeth and sucking half its weight in blood without being noticed.

In that light is a care that comes without effort because it simply exists as an endless purity, sometimes bound in intrinsic fibres that can’t be explained, understood or denied. Surrendering to the heart to find the natural flow is all that matters. The head has no say.

Demands of work, children and family can mellow with time to be. Legs will gain their strength as you stroll through that moist grass in the backyard, the tips tickling between your toes. You’ll notice the single leaf falling from the plum tree in tune with the season and remember the sweetness of the first summer fruit. You’ll appreciate the time you’ve given yourself and ease into that groove of being. 

The washing machine goes quiet; time to put another load on and maybe make a cup of tea to have with a piece of chocolate-raspberry mud cake topped in luscious cream. Lunch. With a movie. And the tea should be peppermint, to make for a slightly healthier lunch.

To relish in the freedom of being and to understand that a few days of time to be yourself and not fulfil a string of obligations, is an unexpected gift.

Comments 6

 
Guest - Arté Ma on Friday, 13 April 2018 08:31

Beautiful, thank you Monika. "Give yourself the courtesy and good health of time", time isn't always our enemy, and there can be such Grace within time. Arté Ma

Beautiful, thank you Monika. "Give yourself the courtesy and good health of time", time isn't always our enemy, and there can be such [i]Grace[/i] within time. Arté Ma
Monika Schott on Saturday, 14 April 2018 11:10

Absolutely, Arté Ma. And there are so many surprises to be found in time. ?

Absolutely, Arté Ma. And there are so many surprises to be found in time. ?
Guest - Diane Rampertshammer on Friday, 13 April 2018 14:09

After a sojourn into the country for 3 days this was a timely blog though next time I would like "a week or two"...however I have locked inside of me, the feeling of being in the cool, soft mountain air to experience daily for a few minutes....
Thank you for the reminder to stop and so eloquently written....Di

After a sojourn into the country for 3 days this was a timely blog though next time I would like "a week or two"...however I have locked inside of me, the feeling of being in the cool, soft mountain air to experience daily for a few minutes.... Thank you for the reminder to stop and so eloquently written....Di
Monika Schott on Saturday, 14 April 2018 11:13

Timely indeed, Di. Keep that feeling. ?

Timely indeed, Di. Keep that feeling. ?
Rosy Cole on Sunday, 15 April 2018 09:03

A life-affirming post, Moni, so vibrant, and its wisdom was never more needed. The world is desperately out of touch with reality right now. We are hustled and swept into a storyline that doesn't belong to humanity.

A life-affirming post, Moni, so vibrant, and its wisdom was never more needed. The world is desperately out of touch with reality right now. We are hustled and swept into a storyline that doesn't belong to humanity.
Monika Schott on Sunday, 15 April 2018 09:46

So true, Rosy. I can really feel that, being 'hustled and swept away into a storyline that doesn't belong to humanity.' It's so easy to get caught up to the point of losing touch. The trick is in finding ways to reconnect. Thanks for highlighting that. ?

So true, Rosy. I can really feel that, being 'hustled and swept away into a storyline that doesn't belong to humanity.' It's so easy to get caught up to the point of losing touch. The trick is in finding ways to reconnect. Thanks for highlighting that. ?
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