So I am sitting here at one of my local cafés drinking coffee on this Easter Friday morning. This long weekend feels very needed, yesterday was gruelling and work has been busy of late. Watching the sunrise drinking good coffee sitting in the cafe window is a pretty fine thing. This place is French and I love nothing more than a good French café. In October I will get to try the real thing in France. I was briefly chatting this morning with a friend on Twitter about the quiet of Good Friday morning and how it reminded us of the Sunday's of old. When the world was quiet and slow, and nothing much really seemed to happen. There was a magic about these times which now feels very old and is certainly gone from our part of the world.
We as a society grasped eagerly the concept of 7 day shopping and it is impossible to imagine that changing back now. The idea that there might be a day when you cannot consume seems foreign to us and usually brings about cries of personal freedom and that we are not all bound by Christian tradition. I am certainly not and I will admit I enjoy the ability to shop. Yet, I do sometimes feel like we have lost something that perhaps was to be more treasured. That something is not about religion, or even family. It is about time to sit, contemplate and be still. Time to feed to soul with things that are not based on consumption. I frequently feel we have charged headlong into a world where this is not valued.
So why am I writing this post? I guess because, now at this time in my life and career, I feel more than ever the need for time to sit, contemplate, listen to myself and the rhythms of the planet I live on. To be in touch with what it means to be and not constantly consumed by the need to do more, be more, succeed more, and I guess triumph at all costs. What scares me is I can not necessarily see an easy way to achieve this without stepping outside the path I am on and I am not sure I want to do that. There is also a dichotomy here, it's not all doom and gloom for me. I am on some levels and parts of my life happier than I have been in a long time, yet I feel a tension with other parts of what it currently means to be me.
All good food for thought and as one of Buddha's 3 characteristics of existence states "everything is suffering". To suffer is to be human and to exist. I guess this is true and without this life would not be human and it would not be full. Nothing is perfect and we should not try to make it so, for we are only destined to fail.