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Meditation via Process

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At the end of a busy week, it’s easy to just keep up the pace and sweep past the details. Just trying to keep your head above the water seems like enough, all the little stuff can wait for another day. Eventually, I have to stop, pause, and catch my breath. It’s a bit much to expect someone to keep with the flow all the time, even if it’s yourself.

I’m finding that getting back into the kitchen gets me to slow down, pay attention, and re – calibrate the rate of everything. Making pasta is a good one for this. You can’t be in a hurry with making a batch of homemade pasta. If you rush, everything gets stiff and dense. If you don’t let it rest, it won’t have the right texture. But if you can take your time, do each step in the right order, at the right pace, you can have long, silky strands of fettuccine resting in nests in the refrigerator. It might take a few batches to hit the right groove. Thankfully, the ingredients are cheap, so if you flub a batch, you’re out about $2.50. Then you can start over, try again, and see if you can get any closer. You find your pace, slower than you thought, quicker than you’d feared, and everything becomes clear. All the little problems that you’d been stuck on in the week work themselves out. The rough spots of the day seem smoother. And the pasta? Delicious.

Photo via Joy The Baker.

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Unplugged Sundays

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Tonight, I’m unplugging the router, turning off my cell phone, and going to bed. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up when I am done sleeping. I’ll probably make breakfast for The Hubs, feed the guinea pigs, and see what happens from there. At our house, we started unplugging Sundays, and it’s been amazing to see what develops.

I cook more of the fabulous things I read about online. I fritter around in the studio, get a few projects started without worrying about meeting a deadline. I dig in the garden. I go for a walk. I sleep. I write. Maybe even on the computer.

But mostly, we reset the rhythm of our days. We turn everything back to zero, stop listening to all the buzzers and alarms and alerts, and listen for what emerges out of the silence. It takes the first hours of the day to get used to the idea. Then it takes an hour to get over not knowing what’s happening on Facebook, over missing a text message. After that, we’re too busy enjoying ourselves to know anything different.

What I am discovering is that there is something very simple, very clean, about listening to what you want or need, and then doing that. There is nothing more delicious than looking up, thinking that you are tired, and then toddling off to bed for a nap. Or remembering a scene from a book, and then spending the afternoon reading the whole thing. The rest of my life is so structured, by work, by home, by outings and errands, that this island of peace is very precious.

So I’ll see you all again soon. But not tomorrow. I’ll be busy out in the garden, or walking in the neighborhood, or sleeping. Yes. Definitely sleeping.

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