(Jeg skyder i øvrigt skylden (for tankespindet; ikke bloggen - der må vel være grænser for min ansvarsfraskrivelse) på de mange år, jeg var i Undervisningsministeriets vold. Selv om det efterhånden er længe siden, jeg gik ud af skolen, kan jeg ikke sige mig fri for at føle, at et eller andet bør ske på denne årstid, lige omkring skolestart. Noget med gamle cirkusheste der lugter savsmuld, eller hvordan det nu er)
Uanset hvad, så kan man godt føle sig en smule rastløs, når den sære fornemmelse huserer på øverste etage. Rastløs, og dog uendelig doven.
Var man nu et moderne menneske, så havde man måske været på et kursus i mindfulness. Lært at være til stede i nu'et og så videre. Men det er Man ikke. (Man har jo i øvrigt heller ikke råd, lige pt. - jvf. sidste blogindlæg.)
Så er det heldigt nok, at man har Ukrudt.
Jeg har således i dag udført min aller-yndlingste (jo-det-ér-et-ord) form for havearbejde, nemlig den form der foregår siddende på bagen, og uden andet udstyr end klør fem og måske en pude til den førnævnte. Således krumbøjet og skjult bag hækken har jeg stille og roligt arbejdet mig gennem adskillige meter ukrudt, og imens har hovedet på magisk vis tømt sig selv for de fleste af de løsrevne tanker, som har hvirvlet rundt uden overhovedet at få sat ord på sig.
Næsten færdigt arbejde - henne mod
husvæggen anes det sidste ukrudt,
som her har antaget nærmest
busk-agtige proportioner ...
Det kan anbefales. Se bare mine zen-agtige hænder i den klassiske, meditations-agtige "aaaoum" positur:
Skidt under neglene =
dokumentation for at jeg ikke bare har
siddet og læst hele dagen
(Dirty hands = proof of hard,
physical work :-)
Hvis nu du ikke haver en have. Eller bare afskyr at få jord under neglene. Eller det regner. Så findes der en anden glimrende metode til at få fred for egne tanker: læs en bog! Og lige nu kan du vinde en rigtig god en af slagsen ovre hos Linda. Klik på linket, og hvis du er heldig bliver det dig, der får fingrene i "Svalens Graf" af Sissel-Jo Gazan - signed by the author!
deadline mandag 9. september 2013 kl. 20:00
@ N ~ I'm enjoying a quiet weekend at home.
Recently, I've had this strange, restless feeling in my head. A sense of "weightlessness", and a feeling that things are about to change - or, alternatively, inertia is about to set in, and thing will remain the same for a loooong time to come. I don't know which scenario is preferable, and as I am not a fully fledged witch (not even a quarter fledged, come to think of it), I have no idea if it will be one or the other ...or neither.
I put it down to having spent several years in the education system. It seems natural, still, that at this time of year, something ought to happen. New classes, possibly new friends, new books, something.
Anyways, I decided to do a bit of meditation to slow down my train of thoughts. The way I meditate is this (and let me add: it definitely works best if the weather is pleasant): I sit down in my garden. And pull weeds.
There you have it. Dead simple. Won't cost you a penny.
All thoughts seem to evaporate when I'm sitting there in the grass, with ever dirtier hands. Marvellous, marvellous.
Of course, Mr Head also sometimes goes spinning off in all directions in wintertime, and I'll be the first person to admit that my particular form of meditation is extremely unsuitable when the ground is frozen.
Then, the obvious solution is to lose oneself in a book. The link above is to a competition where you can win the latest novel by a Danish author- only I don't think you would get much out of it until an English translation comes out.... Instead, you get this quote, which I found recently on http://www.aseaofquotes.com/
"I read because one life isn't enough,
and in the page of a book I can be anybody;
I read because the words that build the story become mine, to build my life;
I read not for happy endings but for new beginnings;
I'm just beginning myself, and I wouldn't mind a map;
I read because I have friends who don't, and young though they are,
they're beginning to run out of material;
I read because every journey begins at the library,
and it's time for me to start packing;
I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town,
and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody,
and I want to be ready."
- Richard Peck, Anonymously Yours
I quote it here in its entirety, but really my favourite part is that first line. "Because one life isn't enough".
Recently I've been reading a crime novel by an author called Tara French - recommended to me by a friend, and I liked it. I love finding new authors.
And when I haven't been solving murder mysteries, I have been discovering some of the old classics. I've had a Jane Austen novel ("Persuasion") sitting on my book shelf for years - I never really could get into the story. Then, the other day, I just picked it up - and, suddenly, loved it. And the bonus is that because of the archaic language, I cannot just plough through it like I do with most books. It actually takes time to read :-) So I checked out Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre" from the library and loved it, too. Now I've moved on to "Wuthering Heights" which I don't find as appetising as the other two, but I'll give it a go - and if I get stuck, I'll move on to "Pride and Prejudice".
Hm. Now, where was I going with all this? Can't remember (perhaps should do more meditating tomorrow?). Anyways. I saw a calf being born this morning (yes!). And I picked 4 lbs of tomatoes. And the weather is lovely.
Have a great weekend!! :-)