Bringing the retreat home: one way to do this is to take time to sit. The early morning light was so beautiful that I had to draw up a chair, and sit, and watch. I thought of the first poem I ever memorised at school:
By sitting still I could enjoy the sculptural forms of the agave leaves, the twisting uplift of the cypress—
— and beyond it all, the flare of the flame tree, so bright against the dark foliage of the pohutukawa trees. Beyond it all, the sea is beckoning.
When I take time to sit very still, with no expectations, something surprising often happens. On this day I felt a strong urge to clear my desk: beauty outside, beauty inside.
Aaah! Breathing space. After all, I’m dismantling the old busyness and creating space for something new to emerge. Now when I sit at my desk, I smile. Only those papers that I’m about to deal with are allowed on here now.
And when the evening light draped its golden caress over the garden, I drew up my chair again, and sat and watched. The jade plant turned to fire and called out to the flame tree beyond. As I listened in, I heard their secret song: ‘We are glowing, we are happy, life is full of wonder.’ And so it is.