still, still, still

the eagles have a song about it, carrie bradshaw asks Big to do it with her in the park, there's a lullaby about it... sometimes we all have to be still.

this week of all weeks is the one that i have the most to do, the least amount of time, and yet, while in the midst of the swarm, i find myself desperate to be still, because my body is trying to get sick.

the to-do list continues, a constant revolving door; as one item is checked off the list, three more appear at the end. this is final school projects week, party planning week, super-busy work week, house-cleaning week, and yet, i'm on the couch. it's where i want to be, and need to be, but the tension grows as i sit still, not doing all that needs to be done on time.

the day is beautiful outside, a perfect weather day, but the onslaught of allergies here in central texas is confining me to an inside view.  it's a guilty feeling, not going out on a day like today, but i really don't have a choice. the birds still sing outside the window, a jubilant serenade.

i can see the lovely fuchsia hibiscus blossoming on the other side of the living room window. what a joyous plant, generous with its opulent blossoms, waxing and waning in bloom and then, in rest. i remind myself that's ok to withdraw, to produce glorious blossoms, and then to recuperate quietly, gathering the energy and nutrients to replenish the exertion, and then, to blossom again.