“Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled,
nor the hour which has passed return again.”
Ovid (Ancient Roman classical Poet and Author of Metamorphoses, 43 BC-17)
Most of the days I am just looking ahead, to the next activity, the next event on our family calendar. Days are a whirling feast of busy hours followed by short resting periods. Overall time has a very fluid quality trying to catch it, is like trying to grab a wave through one’s open fingers. Quite an impossible feat…
However the odd days it feels as if time was standing still and I was part of a slow motion picture. I am inside the eye of the storm knowing that as long as I can stay quiet time will stretch for me. Those pockets of relative stillness are usually found when the house is sleeping (quite late at night or very early in the morning).
Learning to breathe calmly and just be, is something I have been struggling with for quite a while now. All the elements needed for my success are there yet I find myself trying to sabotage my own attempts to meditate. As if I was scared to be learning something new…
Does anyone else know how frustrating it is
to be standing in one’s own way?