I have been thinking about this a lot lately - the pull for me to be 'productive'.
When did hobbies become must-dos? Duties that must be performed - the appeal gone, replaced by obligation. Is it the pull of our belongings? For me, it is all those craft supplies whose existence in my life must be justified by their use.
|Bloomers in progress for Ginger|
I think part of the drive has been becoming a homemaker. When I was in fulltime work I would spend many an evening (and, indeed, some of the workday - policy work is either frenetic or non-existent) reading blogs and dreaming of the days I would stay home with our children and fashion a home. I envisaged much crafting and even bought supplies in anticipation of the fact.
|A quilt waiting for me to get around to sewing the binding on.|
Perhaps it is this season of life. Ginger's needs so drive my day that often there is not the space - mental or physical for me to do all I wish. And yet, I want to. So much so that I think I have lost something along the way in this drive to produce - joy in just being. Stillness with the good book or, indeed, any good book.
Do you remember as a child when time seemed endless? When a weekend could seem like it stretched forever? Their was no need to be doing all the time. Hours of contentment could be found lying on my back on the trampoline, or reading on top of the monkey bars or curled up in a lounge chair.
|Yet another WIP - a cardigan for Ginger.|
Now, having idle hands feels like a guilty pleasure. But, I think it is a necessary part of a healthy life - balance in all things.
As I am conciously working to create a better rhythm for our days I am seeking to find a time to recreate that stillness. I think an early start before the rest of the family rises will be the best time. It is quiet then, the perfect time to curl up and turn inward or, indeed, upward.
When do you find stillness in your days?