Asparagus is in bloom.
I bought a bouquet at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday and brought it to J’s house last night. We grilled it and ate it as an appetizer in her backyard as the rest of dinner roasted in her oven. J lives in an attached house in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. Feral cats lurk in the shadows in her yard. They climb the fence and run along the shed roofs from one yard to the next with practiced stealth that resembles a ballet. We sit at a metal table closer to the house watching as the evening light grows darker and the cat dance becomes livelier.
I have declared June the month of intentional balance. For months now I’ve been carrying Buddha’s Book of Stress Reduction on every trip I’ve taken. Subconsciously, I seem to think just having the book with me will work wonders. It doesn’t. Taking the time to actually read it and even apply some of the strategies would help. Instead, I’m always lured in by the headlines of People Magazine, Vanity Fair or some other publication. Buddha’s book sits quietly in my case meditating on it’s own. It’s a very calm book.
“Excuse us folks,” the pilot announced after we had all been seated, “we left a piece of the plane on the runway. You’ll have to depart until we figure this thing out.”
That’s when I decided I needed to take a break from travel. Stay within a radius of my home to allow me to enjoy the comfort of my own bed. The plane eventually took to the air but not until a few hours had passed. I imagined the glue needed that much time to dry.
In that amount of time, I had reworked my schedule allowing myself the luxury to catch up with friends. Adjust the scale to add a bit more of life and a little less work to the week. The roses pictured above are in J’s kitchen and denote the end of a love affair. The details all of which were discussed at length while watching the cat ballet. This morning I met with a friend who lost her job months ago and is desperately looking for something new. We sat on a park bench nursing coffees as she unfolded the trials and tribulations of interviewing. Tonight I meet up with yet another friend who will introduce me to her new love. They are planning a great escape to California.
Throughout all of the conversations pieces of me reemerge. I have been so focused on the daily trial of sales that I forget the dreams and desires that truly propel me. The reason I am working at all. How to balance it all remains a daunting challenge. Maybe, I need to read a book or two about it!
Wishing you all a wonderful Monday and a life more balanced than mine!