@brittarnhild
Long, lazy summer days.
Though I would wish for some more laziness. I am on vacation, midsummer is here, the Blue Garden is bursting with colours.......and I have too much on my agenda. The too much are all great things, yes things, how I love this things. Still, when I go to bed I am longing for those long, lazy days. Days when creative living most of all is doing "nothing".
Long, lazy summer days.
Some days rain. Some days sun.
All days summer.
Some days I long to be bored. To have nothing to do. Wandering around, restless.
Hours, days, weeks streching out ahead of me. Aimless.
Once, many, many years ago, I worked in a church here in Trondheim. The congregation had a lot of old people, my job was to visit some of them. To bring hope, joy, life into their days. Karen had given up all hope. When I came there she dragged all energy out of me, always negative, always complaining, curtains covering her windows, never a tale to tell. After visiting her I always made sure to go on to Annette. We sat down together in the old, threadbare sofa, drinking coffee from her best china, dipping the dry buscuits in the coffee, a photo album on our laps, tales and anecdotes from a long life filling the room, when saying good bye after a couple of hours, I danced down the stairs from the third floor.
I do NOT long to be bored.
But I do long to have some lazy time at hand.
I think I will take the day off today.
Doing NOTHING!
(knowing perfectly well that NOTHING means filling my day with "those are a few of my favorite things........")
