The art of slowing down
As the rain falls in Crowsnest Pass during our first full day off in memory, I am realizing that I am much better at staying busy than I am at slowing down. I am absolutely awful at stopping completely.
I am a creature of habit. I get up at roughly the same time every day of the week, usually between 6 and 6:15. After making coffee, I am out in the studio no later than 6:30. I get quite a bit done in the first 90 minutes of the day while enjoying my two cups of coffee.
I never set an alarm clock, but I do glance over at my digital clock multiple times starting about 5 am. Without that time reference, I am a little lost. The bedroom we are using in the Crowsnest Pass does not have a clock. I had no idea what time it was as I struggled to sleep through the night. By the time I got up, I discovered it was 7:30. However, with nothing to do, short of taking Coco for a walk, there was no pressing reason to get me out of bed earlier.
As Coco and I walked in the rain to start the day, I thought about the fact that very few days in this pandemic year have been spent away from home. Travelling and the disruption of routine have become foreign to me.
I often think of Peter Frampton’s comment about great output needing great input. Slowing down and breaking routine is a great way to invite input. We will spend the day walking in the rain, enjoying the historic Crowsnest Pass, reading, and being still.