Long day. Had a 2-hour drive to Pittsburgh to deliver flowers for a wedding. On the way there, we were front-ended in the MacDonald's drive-thru by a sports utility vehicle. Got to the wedding just in time to pin the boutineers on the groomsmen before they went down the aisle. Then I managed a little brother with a serious case of car-fever all the way home.
Came back to a wreck. Dishes need done. Craft stuff all over the dining room table. Summer job to worry about. I really just want to watch a movie or read a good book and then go to bed. But my little brother needs me. And the puppy's been cooped up all day...
I sit down out on the front porch step, trying not to think of what a miserable waste of time it is to be sitting there. My brother's riding his bike up and down the driveway. The sound of the gravel under his tires makes me wish I were 9 again, on that old banana bike, with nothing to do except ride through the sun patches and feel the wind on my face.
A million things I have to do, and more that I want to, I sit idly and watch the day fade to evening. The sun is falling west, smiling lazily at me, orange through the green, green trees. A hot day cooling, finally. The breeze plays the leaves against the light; sighs, contented.
Everything is so alive...and so at peace. The heart of the world beats slowly, in quiet adoration. It has nothing to do except just BE. Its peace seizes me, slowly seeping in past the to-do lists and the goals and the deadlines. I sit still, doing nothing, absolutely nothing. Who was I to worry over wasting time?