This month I have lost my balance three times. When something happens three times, it is time to take notice and perhaps make changes. It feels like I am under attack by inanimate objects. I misstepped getting in the shower, climbing a high curb, and flipping a cover to the water meter that lay hidden in the garden bed. I have scrapes and bruises from falling to my knees in these accidental moments. Was God telling me to get on my knees for more serious prayer and preparation for action?
For a month, my time has been spent moving out of a beloved house and cleaning out the remains. My thoughts have been immersed in memories of the past and a desire to hold on to all the things that remind me of the love that our ancestors had for their families. Bittersweet. I am muscle weary and mind spent at the end of each day. I have not payed much attention to the news or my relationships that are packed away in isolation like the fine china now being stored in the attic.
I would like to find balance again. Something in between lazy and workamatic would be better for the body. Something in between rote prayers at meals and full days of quiet meditation would be better for the spirit. My mind needs something in between mindless screen time and all day research and writing. Balance is a physical phenomenon controlled by the inner ear and a mental exercise that requires planning, action, and evaluation.
Solomon said rather graphically in Ecclesiastes 4:5, “The fool folds his hands, And consumes his own flesh.” There are days when I accomplish nothing, but I hope I am never so idle as to quit preparing healthy meals. In contrast the next verse warns us, “Better a handful with quietness than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind.” My hands have been full of boxes and bags. I would much prefer to fill them with grandchildren’s snuggles and bear hugs from friends. I pray for wisdom and balance.
Some of my friends have lightened the restrictions of quarantine and come out to play. Others are remaining very cautious. We are all longing for balance in body, soul and spirit. It is important not to overdo it in either direction, only to find we have misplaced our priorities to love. I just learned last night that a a dear friend fell off her bike and broke her wrist. This is now the fourth friend in a year! Actually a male friend fell, but did not break anything, so that makes five. Maybe we all need three wheelers in our sixties. I do not wish to break any more bones so I must work on my balance.
It will be wonderful to finish the downsizing of our life and upsize with people. The beach walks with Suzanne will resume in a couple weeks and the Wholly Woman meetings will continue with Linda in outdoor venues. I am going to try some cooking “live” on Facebook, and hope you will join me and try the tasty tidbits I have discovered since Taste and See began.It is time to start licking the beaters and stop licking my wounds. I will give 24 hour notice, but noon is my favorite time in the kitchen. Join me for virtual lunch and we will work on balancing our nourishment.