"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
On my way out the door to the woods far too early this morning, the phone rang. Reluctantly I answered. It was "business". Something "important" to do, more than one something actually. With a sigh, I "had to" stay.
Before long, the computer froze. I had to restart it. Then I found myself printing and printing and printing the same "important thing" multiple times, a form to fill out by hand. My hand wasn't working so well, so I had to redo it. And redo it. And redo it. And redo it. (About 6 times of redoing! And each time, I had to reprint it again.) After enough "important" iterations, the printer jammed and stopped altogether.
We can choose to let "the important" be told to us. Or we can choose to decide what is actually The Important.
The instant I decided I needed to leave, the printer cleared, and within just a few minutes, the form was completed and sent. There was another task waiting, something also "important".
I left anyway.
As I "listened" today, something came through....out of the blue, there it was...the very thing left undone...I wrote it by the stream, no printer required, "office space" provided by Earth, Unincorporated, on lease in a far different sort of a way.
Breathing again, I took to the trail, the weight of "the important" so very much lifted, the knowing of what is truly Important made abundantly clear....We often forget, but The Important reminds us.
The woman with a walker.
A companion patiently, cheerfully walked along by her side. At least a half a mile in, bundled up for the cold, what appeared to be a very old woman made her way step by step, her walker miraculously sound on a path filled with rock.
It seemed I wasn't "late" after all, my walk perfectly timed.
We so often think we must rush our way through our lives, "the important" stealing our very best moments away. We don't need to rush. Our Hearts know the pace. We are fully supported every step of the way.
Losing track of the time by the river, I eventually got to the end of the trail. Guess who was sitting on a bench at the viewpoint? The woman with the walker, enjoying her lunch. She looked to be in her mid-80's at least! Young, old and everywhere in between, we had chosen together on this unusually cold day.
Life is astonishing if we allow it to Be. We can choose to hear and see Beauty, breathe as much as we can, every day, every moment, from beginning to end. Today I was reminded of what's truly Important. (Yes, perhaps next time I'll take along my lunch too!)