The calendar tells me that as of today, I have been home from Florida for 4 weeks.
It seems like 4 months.

Sitting still and trying to figure out why I miss my little apartment by the ocean so much, the reasons are becoming more clear to me.

Never mind the fact that the accommodation was small and simple, that I could almost see and feel the rush and pull of the ocean waves, it was knowing that I was free to do whatever I wanted when I wanted.

That was the allure of it all.

No responsibilities, no demands and little stress –what a wonderful feeling!
Returning home was back to reality – or, at least the reality that I have created for myself.

Busy doing, busy thinking and planning, resuming the role that I play with family and friends.

It’s good to be busy but every now and then I find myself drifting back to one of those early Florida mornings when I sat out in reflection, the mockingbird and me.

Back home I’ve learned I think, that I allow myself to take on too much both mentally and physically resulting in exhaustion and depletion – not good.

If I could only moderate this assumption of multi-tasking perhaps my home sickness for Florida wouldn't be as compelling.

Quiet times of meditation are difficult here with thoughts of an everyday busy life – responsibilities and just the machinery of my lifestyle – creeping into my mind, making it difficult to keep a clear head.

I want to simplify my life.

I want to re-assess that which is most important to me.

I want to keep things “light enough to travel.”

I want to answer the call of my responsibilities without it weighing me down and taking up so much space in my mind that I forget about the importance of those quiet, peaceful morning moments.

I want to remember to stop and smell the bougainvillea or lilies or whatever’s in bloom, wherever I happen to be.

And I will.

Party on xxx


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