Zen and the art of oozing
Here we are on our nation’s day of Independence. Because Monday is not a day we can take completely off, we celebrated yesterday by floating lazily down the New River. Emphasis on the lazy. Just floating: eyes to the sky, toes dipping into the water, oozing along like oil. Little droplets occasionally melded together, occasionally drifting apart. Without paddles, nothing to do but live in the moment of the river.
I am tempted to find a life lesson in such an experiment. Living life without a paddle? But the truth is, I like research and information and plans and lists and all the paddle-esque things that guide us through our everyday lives and careers. I like being on top of things. It’s just that, every now and then, it’s nice to take a day to simply ooze. To let go of any need for control and trust the river to get you there in its own good time.