Sunday, January 16, 2011
I thought. "Not sure," I answered. There's so much going on in the world, so many words have been written, what can I possibly add? But if I don't write about the big stuff, what do I write about?
"I'm going to water the garden," I continued. He nodded, sagely. Watering the garden is what I do to escape. When Mr7 was a screaming, yelling, wet bundle of misery at the end of his first long, long days as a newborn, I'd hand him over to The Builder the minute he walked in the door (I confess to waiting on the front steps on more than one occasion) and fleeing to the back garden of our little Sydney house to water.
There is something about giving the plants a drink while my mind drifts in circles that brings calmness and clarity. I like to watch the sunlight create rainbows in the water spray. I like to watch the plants stand taller as the droplets hit their leaves. I like the scent of the wet earth. I like the peace of talking to living things that don't talk back.
It's as close as I get to meditation.
I turned off the tap, tried (and failed) to re-roll the hose, and came back inside.
"I'm going to write about watering the garden," I announced.
Do you have a 'go to' activity for thinking (and escape)?