Not Pushing (1)

I’ve lost my knack for fitting things into my day. I don’t know if I need to worry. I find myself tallying up the things I’ve done, as if I now need to be productive even on a Sunday. I wonder when I’ll be living again in an organized, tidy home with clean windows. Today I feed the birds and sweep the courtyard. I cook black-eyed peas because they’re on the list of legumes I am allowed to eat. I don’t want to push myself. I’ve pushed myself for decades. Surely that’s enough. I pick off all the deadish leaf twigs from the Mexican birds of paradise, and the happy bush remaining lifts me up. Such a small thing. In between my little chores I read the free book I found at the library, Queen of Dreams. I leaf through the Sunday paper. In the “Travel” section there’s a photograph from the country of Malta that makes me want to walk to the edge of the old city, stand with my hands on my hips, eyes across the sea. In the tiny laundry room at my trailer park I start the water in the washing machine, pour in the soap. I walk outside to let it fill before I add my clothes. My sandals crunch across the gravel until I am shaded by a fat, short fan palm in a neighboring yard. When I am out of the sun, I turn south. And there is the waning half moon to greet me and a hawk making slow circles in the sky beside it. I watch until he disappears. I think, maybe everything really is okay. Maybe I am doing enough, being enough, just as I am.

2 thoughts on “Not Pushing (1)

  1. Everything IS okay. Savour each moment. Life is more than spotless windows :)

    Strange you should mention Malta. I was all set to go there. Yesterday! Had to cancel last minute because my visa hasn’t arrived yet. Disappointed. But thinking perhaps it was not meant to be.

  2. Oh, how funny about Malta, Madhu! I really fell in love with the city in that photograph. (I can’t remember the name.) Maybe you are meant to visit at a different time. ;-)

    And thanks for your sweet reassurances here, too. I believe you. :)

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