Iâ€™ve sat with this feeling that comes when I spend too much time on the computer. I feel tight and wound-up. When I feel this way, I long for simplicity, and for doing activities that bring me back to the body, to breath, to life.
All I can do is do one thing at a time. Yes, in reality, all any of us can do is one thing at a time, even though we like to believe we are getting more done when we multitask, we arenâ€™t.
I notice when my head starts to swirl with everything Iâ€™ve got to do, or everything I must remember, I begin to feel a sense of overwhelm, and a corresponding reaction in my body where my chest tightens and my breath becomes shallow. When I spend too much time using the computer, the same thing happens: the body tightens and I get too little oxygen in my cells.
I know, now, there is no such thing as time. The sun rises and sets. The moon moves from a sliver of translucent white to a fully white orb, and back again. Days come and go. Seasons pass. I grow older. Yet, time is just a construct that we use to get along together in the world.
We’ve made time King, when in reality rhythm is what restores my sanity – the rhythm of my breath, my heartbeat; of sleep and awakeness; of hunger and thirst; of life and death.
The rhythm of the creative process – fallow when fallow, fruitful when fruitful.
Life is about rhythm, not time.
Life itself, is a complex system, and we humans have added a complexity to life, especially here in the west, that is driving us crazy.
The only way Iâ€™ve found to be in this complexity and stay somewhat sane is to remember – remember what I love, remember who in my life really matters to me, remember that taking care of this body is a beautiful act, and remember to be aware of what I have to offer to others that might lighten their load. At itâ€™s most basic, this remembrance is of a very basic, yet very real knowing that life itself is sacred.
I am by no means implying I have it all together, but rather, that Iâ€™m learning to slow down, to live more simply, to ask for help and to honor the very simple fact that I am alive and this life is precious.
I am learning to live the rhythm of life.