STRANGE

Summer time seems to be the perfect excuse to sit around and do nothing.

 . Morgan is busy doing her hand stands one after another.  Every time she falls she just gets up and does another one.

"A truly good man does nothing,

Yet leaves nothing undone.

A foolish man is always doing,
yet much remains to be done."   - Hindu  wisdom

One of the hardest things for me to do as a woman is to have people, mainly my grandchildren, come and make meals for me and dad, while I sit around and relax.   On the one hand I love it and appreciate it;  yet there is something within me that tells me I should be busy doing things too.

I know I need to rest up today after all the fun activity over the last two days yet the art of doing nothing seems to be a lost art.  There is a compulsion in our country to keep busy.  Not only to keep busy but to produce something.  Lying on a blanket drinking Cool-Aid and reading comics seem the perfect thing to do as a child.

In the winter months there can be a need to volunteer to be on a committee or make something for the bazaar.  To be honest I do not feel that need anymore, but there have been times when I did. I am freeing myself from the approval of others.  I do not need this distraction of keeping busy, to avoid self-doubt or to avoid loneliness.

I sit down to write only after I have finished changing the beds and sweeping the floor and putting things away   while my brain is having thoughts about the importance of stillness.  I think that when I go visiting I remind myself that I bring the gift of a loving caring presence.

But I was also thinking I am glad I am not the only strange person in the world.

               Kim has a blueberry in her eye and Ben and Morgan are putting them in their noses.

Kim did a wonderful job making supper and I enjoyed our walks together.
And strange as it may seem I enjoy writing my blog day after day.