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Paying Attention

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I miss toast. I don’t spend any time at home after I wake up during the work week, so my breakfast routine has been significantly altered since we moved. It is a big priority for me to get ahead of traffic volumes which increase with every minute that passes, so I get out of bed and get on the road as early as possible. My breakfast happens after I arrive at my destination, eating whatever I packed in my lunch bag. No toast.

This morning, after sleeping-in to a reasonable hour, I awoke to the smell of toast. It was unmistakable. Cyndie brought me breakfast in bed. Eggs and toast. What luxury.

Following on my thoughts from yesterday, about noticing things, I am compelled to want to improve my attention toward living in the moment. This morning, before beginning to write, I spent a bit of time scrolling back through my posts here, to see the summer that was, and into last spring. So many posts about working to get this place ready for what comes next. It seemed to be missing the here and the now.

Right now, the morning temperatures are cool, and we have doors and windows open. There is a wonderful wind rustling through the top branches of the tallest trees. It is beautiful to see and to hear.

We have a lot of work available to be done. I will pick something and become occupied with it for a block of time today. My goal is to enjoy the project for what it is, and not just for what it will bring to us in the future.

Last night, we raked out the spot for the first round pen. Cyndie ordered some fence panels to enclose the round pen, and they were delivered last week. We want to get those set up.

There is a lot of work to be done to finish leveling the ground in the paddocks.

There are dead trees that I want to cut down with the chainsaw. One is becoming an obstruction into the pathway to the labyrinth. It will be first to go.

We need to cut some grass. I also want to finish using the power trimmer to clean the areas around our drainage culverts.

I want to fill one side of the wood shed with stacked firewood.

There is more, but that’s a start. I wonder if I can do them while enjoying each step for its own sake. It may take some practice. Luckily, I will have plenty of opportunities to practice.

Practice, practice, practice.

Written by johnwhays

August 24, 2013 at 8:20 am

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