Laying fallow

After what has seemed to be a crazed rush to get so much done, life seems to finally have come to a bit of a slower pace. There is still much going on, but not much seems to be in crisis at the moment. Of course, this kind of sentiment ought better be expressed quickly lest something indeed does come to pass, but for the moment, all is well.

There are times when I for one become so wrapped up in the hectic pace that life can adopt that I long for quieter times when relaxation and rejuvenation are the most pressing issues, however it seems that when such opportunities knock, I am often lost (at least in the initial moments) as I flounder, thinking that there must be some detail unattended to, some decision yet to be made, some pressing matter still weighing or someone still waiting for an answer.

Why is it that it's so hard at times to simply accept days like these as total gifts, to thank those who make these rare occasions possible, and simply take advantage of the time for a bit of recreation?

Until the next crisis ... or at least until the next blessing comes along.