AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: July 15, 2013 | COMMENTS: 6 Comments
CATEGORIES: Authentic Life, Blogging Honestly, Focusing on The Joy,
Last night I hopped in our back yard pool for a moonlight swim. It was very quiet at the time–the girls were in bed and the boys hadn’t returned yet from their evening run. It was just me…which almost never happens. The whole swim idea was a bit of an impulse. I’d finished my regular Sunday night housekeeping, and was headed upstairs to put a mountain of laundry away when I walked past a window with a view of our pool. Still in my swimsuit from the day, I vered off course, and without much thought found myself plunging into the water.
As I swam laps my first thoughts were consumed with guilt. There were dozens of things that needed my attention—toys littered the playroom floor; ironing piled up in my bedroom; a grocery list needed to be written. All of these ‘to-dos’ were more important that swimming.
I swam anyways.
As I worked my way towards one end of the pool I noticed the willows gently blowing in the breeze. Not wanting to take my eyes off of the peaceful site, I flipped onto my back tilting my head back in the water and stared at the sky. Being dusk, the sky was lit up with bright crescent moon, and the last light of the day. Only the brightest stars were visible so I fixed my eyes on one and stopped my stroke to float.
There are very few moments in my life that are truly peaceful. This was one of them.
I watched the star in the sky and concentrated on the only sound I could hear. Breathing.
I immediately noticed the pattern of my breaths and concentrated on slowing them…quieting them to a point of peace.
It was perfect.
I remained in that pool until I heard the boys return. I watched from the water as they looked for me in the house, not wanting them to worry, but also not wanting them to find me. Eventually they did, and I promised to resume regularly scheduled programming, but as I stepped out of the water, dropped my suit to the deck and wrapped myself in a towel, I convinced myself that those twenty minutes in the pool were more valuable than folded laundry, ironed shirts and an organized playroom. A stolen moment of peace has an upside that benefits my family more than the completion of my motherhood chores.
I’m going to steal another moment tonight.
From our weekend…
Sunday we had a lazy afternoon at a friend’s cottage while Sean continues to slave away at work.
I hope all of you will make a point to steal a moment of peace this week.
Happy Monday, friends.