Dreamtime

I'm learning to be less busy. I've had a whole weekend to myself and it's been bliss. I've recognised that I'm a bit burnt our right now and I've tried to find peace with not doing very much at all. I've tried hard and mostly succeeded in not feeling guilt around not working and not catching up with journals and not replying to friend's emails and not competing in the Ilkley Triathlon as intended.

I was recommended a book by scribbler last week (prompted by this blip), which I duly ordered and have been reading today. It's called A Walk Between Heaven and Earth by Burghild Nina Holzer. It's subtitled "A Personal Journal on Writing and the Creative Process". It's been something of a revelation.

I've often had the experience of finding the right book at just the right time. There is a well known Buddhist proverb which says “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” The most important books in my life have come by this same kind of Serendipitous route.

There have been quite a number of passages which have resonated with me. I'm going to leave you with this one ...

"Life itself is a creative process, and we need to take time for it. When we have full-time work schedules and keep busy appointment calendars, this often makes it impossible to see the slow organic process that life is, the subtle miraculous shifts that take place inside of us and around us. And without the time to observe all this, there is no writing for me. That is why I retreat on holidays and create open spaces wherever I can. And that is how the journal saves me. For a little while each day, it allows me to come home to myself, it allows me to dream, and to keep writing in small spaces of time".

This is how blip functions for me. The discipline of blipping gives me the opportunity to tune into myself. It gives me a little bit of dreamtime each day. This weekend I've taken rather a lot of this kind of time. It's been long overdue. Today has been an especially beautiful day. I've spent a long time on the moor, doing a bit of running, a bit of walking, and actually quite a lot of sitting, experiencing the feel of the wind and the warmth of the sun on my skin. I'm often guilty of being in too much of a rush to enjoy these simple but wonderfully sensuous pleasures.