The power of pottering
This morning I woke up in a funk, I had hectic dreams about running and hiding and I woke up tired and disturbed.
In short- I was saved by a day of pottering about.
Ahhh just the simplicity of that.
I found myself bumbling about doing unexpected things. Sorting out my belongings, moving slowly, and going with the next activity that pulled me.
It can feel like a crazy life, so full of goings on, emotional happenings, deep urges, practical matters, longings and sadness, meetings, celebrations, disappointments, action and upheavals.
It all becomes manageable after some time tending to the nest- wherever that may be.
Mine is a room in a dear friends house at the moment, and that will change next week. My life is living proof that nests can be made anywhere. And days like today show me the importance of taking the time to rest, to bimble ,to take stock, to do the small things that need to be done.
To be kind, to be gentle, to give myself a break.
To both keep thing in perspective and let go and allow life to do that thing it does so well.
It is my eternal quest to trust it, this meandering wild life, with endless layers, infinite depths, and moments of surprising simplicity.
Where we find that simplicity is the place that we have to go regularly.
It could be a little room that if yours to call your own, or it could be a quiet place inside on which you can touch base.
It’s the simplicity that makes the craziness manageable and sustainable.
Today I remembered the power of pottering; the importance of pruning back a bit to make the structure strong.