When deadlines are pushing and pressuring and I’m getting behind with everything,
and spring is knocking on the door of the earth, wanting to push through, and I’m in a time of creativity and growth, which is exciting, but threatens to overwhelm,
then even though there’s been no time for weeks, and certainly no time now, I need to just break away and make for the bach.
And take time to wander—
along the soothing banks of the stream. What perfect timing. This is the first fine weekend for weeks and weeks.
Pulling weeds is satisfying when the mind is cluttered. Wandering is even better, following the curve of the stream without any sense of a goal,
letting the wind blow away anxiety and refresh my spirit,