I just spent three weeks away: away from the phone, the television, my cell-phone. I spent it away from easy internet access.
I just spent three weeks with: with my husband, with friends, with art-galleries and historical sites, with great food and beautiful scenery. I spent them enjoying a cup of coffee in a quite setting and watching the world go by. I spent them soaking up some sunshine.
Today I found myself sighing over the need to return to “reality.” Laundry, doing our own cooking, employment. The business that our normal, day-to-day living engenders usually precludes things like art-galleries and historical sites. And yet they are there. We tend to drive by them on our way to a meeting. We don’t seek them out as part of our regular way of living. We just normally don’t think we have time for them, in our “real” life.
I am ashamed to say that I have fallen into the trap. I am just as guilty of saving art and beauty and appreciation of the finer things for another day as the next guy. Saving it for a rainy day. For vacation. For when there’s time.
But isn’t time happening right now? The clock ticks in the kitchen and I choose whether to have a third cup of coffee and just enjoy the sunshine, or not.
And so I ask myself: Is it time to make the donuts? Is it time to stop and smell the roses?