Nick has no choice now but to take this week at a slower pace. With his back still in spasm and his mobility limited, he is having to shuffle around the house or from chair to couch. Sometimes it takes something like a setback to make us look as the pace of life we lead. Is it worth it? Are we happier for all the “stuff” that we fill our houses with that we work so hard to earn?? Would time be worth more to us in the long run and better for our health?
Today was suddenly warm and sunny after a grey start to the day, so I raced about to get a load of laundry to put on the line in the oddly summerish breeze. When Bethany got home from school, she and I spent an hour outside clipping back the elderberry bush that had gone mad this summer and filling a whole lawn and leaf bag with leaves, twigs etc. since tonight is garbage night. I found this quote tonight and it seemed to fit perfectly with my thoughts lately.
‘We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. Se how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.’
As I went out to put the last few bags of garbage at the curb... the triumph of cleaning “stuff” out of the shed, but also the task that “broke” my husband, I looked up at the almost full moon glowing in the sky, one planet dancing beside it and another twinkling on the horizon. It is good to feel small and quiet sometimes.