A Time for Everything
When I lived in Venezuela, I woke each morning to the sounds of nature, the squawking of a parrot, the singing of the crickets. Now I wake up to rush hour, even in lockdown and I am wondering where I went wrong!
I am not surprised so many people relocated over the summer away from cities, what does surprise me is that I am still here!
How do we know when to go and when to stay? When to jump and when to remain? When to push forward and when to stand back?
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot… “ Ecclesiastes (3:1-8)
Some things just seem to know their place, they are completely out of our control and we are forced to go with them but others need a choice. I am wondering how we can best get into that flow and move forward with ease.
Perhaps what we consider extremely important, isn’t. What we focus on, is a waste of time. What seems to be essential, only a distraction. But how can we know?
I have a rather empty looking diary in front of me. I think ‘I must fill it quickly, get new clients, get busy or I won’t survive’. But the likelihood is that I will survive. What is life telling me to do now? I am not sure but it is not to rush around and fill up my diary.
There is something powerful about nothing, standing back, watching as things unfold and not making decisions.
My time will come, I will sit on a chair in the garden listening to the early morning sounds of birdsong once more.
What about you?
Photo Nandhu Kumar