Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
- Ezra Pound
Independence Day 2014, Virginia
In 4 days we leave for the first leg of our next adventure. Pound's words are ringing in my mind's ear - a background to the ricochet noise of the million things to do before we leave.
Neither of us has ever been much good at idleness. I have been lifelong afflicted by this need to fill my time with as much as possible. There has been so little quiet - even my meditations are hurried, timed, truncated.
My health problems in 2012 and 2013 forced me to sit, be still, be quiet, and live inward. I thought it would make me a different person. I thought it would teach me patience. In some ways, it did. It made me write again, and reclaim the joys of that exercise.
Once I started to heal, the need to move, to fill my time, to hustle, all rushed back in like tide into pools that had been formed by years of pattern. I was back to my old self, only slightly changed.
And now, this is next: twenty-five days in a town full of strangers, whose language I do not know. One city. No whirlwind get-it-all-done agenda. No job. No paycheck. No phone. Stillness for the sake of being still. All for love and idleness.
words by Kara