Musing…
“We are not going toward anything, precisely
because we are going toward everything, and everything is attained at the
moment we have all our senses ready to feel.” – Jean Giono [translated from French]
Lollygagging is a playful word – I heard it from a woman
friend in her eighties who spoke nostalgically of the days when lollygagging
was more relevant. When we were less engaged in our gadgets, when our attention
was less likely to be divided or distracted, allowing for a little piece
of…openness.
Charise’s Turn:
Some of my best ideas come when I’m just sitting. Not at the
computer, or with my journal, but with no props or accessories in sight. There’s no push to go anywhere or to
get to the next thing, or to engage in distraction. It’s a kind of being-ness
like my cat does when she sprawls herself in a splash of sunlight. It’s almost
like stretching internally because the insistent pulse of forward direction is…
arrested. It’s soaking in the
moment, deigning to be carefree, to be aimless. There’s nothing hurried; to hurry
is the silliest prospect imaginable. After all, this isn’t about time, it’s more about space -- s-t-r-e-t-c-h
internally. And there’s something else going on just beneath the surface
of what seems like idling – the
feeling that I am, in this moment, good enough just as I am in this moment
which is good enough.
Get Fired Up:
Am I suggesting you don’t do anything? Not exactly. Lollygag
is a verb, after all. Think of
adding some space to your day -- as one of my friends put it, “space
between the notes” of the music that marches on. You won’t fall behind.
Mix some being-ness into your busyness.
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