I wasn’t so surprised to see it’s been 24 days since I last posted a blog. Time feels it is running faster and faster. My sister-in-law once told me “life is like a room, in one door, out the other.” The days at the moment seem to pass with increasing speed.
The speed at which something happens.s I seem to fail miserably at keeping up with any one challenge I am pleased that this blog is ticking a long. So I must keep it up. Along with all the other challenges I set myself.
The sculptor works daily and many of his Facebook comments remark about his process, his relentlessness, his speed and if or not he ever rests. I think he has a keen awareness that the physicality of his work may be that one day he will not be as able to work with the same energy.
‘Defeated’ in progress
Working on the Mother and Child collection in the studio
When I think about why I haven’t been writing, it’s because I have been reading and walking. All of which require a certain pace and both I do far to fast. On a family Sunday walk this weekend my husband told me slow down. I didn’t need to be walking so fast. I skim read because I want to get to the end of the story. I am highly aware at the moment that I am rushing the children constantly with barking orders.
The mindful art of being in the moment is also the ability to slow down, to be present truly and focus on what you are doing in that moment.
On the other hand, my writing project has halted at the first hurdle of editing and ordering chapters. I dart around from one project to the other not yet finding a steady pace to it all. Despite the sculptor’s speed and seemingly unrelenting pace, he always has the ability to be in the moment. I think this is what gives him the ability to harness the imagination an creativity into the creation. I have just finished reading (too quickly) one of the most beautiful reads. A book which made me realise I need to slow down the moments, really understand what my, earlier in the year, daily yoga challenge was teaching about taking in a deep breath and changing pace.
THE SCULPTOR'S WIFE 
All the yoga and mindfulness things I read or listen to tell us that we shouldn’t give ourselves a hard time if we don’t live up to our own expectations. I can’t imagine how full your life must be. I’m sure you’ll get there in the end!
Thank you, that’s a good reminder. Yes life is full and I am grateful for that 🙂
How funny I am reading this today just after returning home from bringing my son to school. On the way home I was fussing with myself for hurrying him along and squashing any potential joy in the moment. It was one of those mornings and I have finally forgiven myself but thanks for this reminder.
Thank you for reading. Yes it is odd when we have those coincidences of something happening and reading about it or discovering connections. 🙂