let’s just sit and be still

I was sitting outside this morning enjoying my morning coffee, the birds, rabbits, the wind through the trees, the morning train whistle, and even the sounds of the rush hour traffic.  I admit I was doing well…for awhile.  Then, of course, I picked up my phone.  First, to shoot some video of the wildlife.  But then, I lost my resolve and saw those little numbers in the top right corners of my app icons and was compelled to go down that rabbit hole. There for some time, I was losing sight of the outdoors and the nature in my very own backyard when I came across an Instagram post from @momwhosews gently but assertively telling me in purple capital letters to put my phone down and SEW.

And while I didn’t immediately come in from outside and sit down to sew, I did set my phone down so that I could reconnect.  To the sights and sounds of my life in the city, to the birds I’d only just moments ago been watching, to my very self.  It doesn’t seem to be strange anymore that we need reminders to be present.  We’re a society of distracted children and adults who need a push to be pulled back. 

 I want to live like the Italians…enjoying the morning with an espresso and a croissant, moseying into midmorning, lunching al fresco followed by a siesta and afterward, a “productive” evening, and then a delicious meal, prepared with love and local ingredients.  I want to appreciate each moment I’m given and see, really see, what’s going on around me.  I don’t need the fabulous architecture, or the cobblestone streets of Italy around me to fathom the meaning of life.  I’ve got blue jays, cardinals, hummingbirds, all kinds of sparrows, and rabbits and squirrels.  I’ve got maple trees, evergreens, and wildflowers.  I’ve got shelter and a husband who loves me dearly.  I’ve got exactly what I need, right here in front of me. 

So, thank you again Irma, for your post encouraging me to put my phone down and [_________ fill in the blank].  Yes. Thanks. I needed that.

And just a reminder, if you’re looking to slow your quilting roll a little, please pick up my journal, The Story of Your Quilt, so that you can tell the tales of your quilts to future generations. I find that writing about my adventures helps me to be a bit more deliberate and intentional. I hope my journal will help you do the same. You can find my book here.