"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday."
--Winnie the Pooh
This is going to be my mantra for the day. After a lovely weekend in Eastern Oregon, I'm back to business, back to work, back to a pile of filthy laundry that may or may not include Eastern Oregon ticks crawling around on it. I'm back to my commute, drivers on cell phones (ok, sometimes that's me), getting stuck behind school buses, trying to be sort of on time to work, and on and on.
OK, breathe. I refuse to become overwhelmed by all of this. Why? Well, because in the wide angle view, it's really no big whoop. What is important? I'll tell you: cherry trees in FULL bloom. The 2 bald eagles I saw this morning; one guarding its nest, the other standing in the middle of NE 24th in Carnation, right in front of my car, eating a dead possum. The dark grey sky with the intense morning sun blasting through in places to light up the spring green that's everywhere--Genesis Green my friend, AK calls it. Taking time at work to really listen to people--hearing how dear R visited her 92 year old dad this weekend with her 3 sisters, and learning that her dad has outlived 3 wives all of whom died of cancer and all of whom he took care of to the end. It's no mystery to me now where she gets her compassion and kind heart. These sorts of things are the worry-wipers, the reset button for me. I even forgot my purse today in the hurry to get out of the house. But you know what, who cares? I remembered my lunch!
I've made a real effort lately to not hurry. Of course, it can't always be avoided, but it's a good goal. I don't speed anymore and it is freeing, surprisingly so. And I hate to rush my kids, that just sets the wrong tone for the day entirely. So, I lay things out the night before, I make lunches, pack breakfast, calculate just how much time is needed for C to wake, get dressed and have a few minutes to pet the kittens (a huge get-up motivator for her). J is always up and at 'em early, as he loves alarm clocks and setting alarms, and having a routine dictated by himself; he's becoming his own man. And I'm just trying to be the best, most relaxed person I can be and focus on the little, real details in this wide and swift-moving life.