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our DNA. We have so little of what we call time for awareness, for understanding, for sucking all we can out of what we are given. And it seems to me, after having spent three hours, all four of us, putting away the Christmas paraphernalia, that we create more and more “work” for us as time goes by. More ways for us to gallop through the mundane, forever adding to our to do lists, meaningless society-imposed rules that we must absolutely follow.</p><p id="2e12">I believe the simpler the life we lead, the more enjoyable and meaningful it becomes. Breathe in, breathe out. That’s all it takes. And clean nourishment. The hoops we go through to feed ourselves have increased so much in number and intricacy. My grandparents had some fruit, some nuts and seeds, and a glass of fresh water from the well for dinner — now we’re displeased at the thought of that for a snack. And they worked very hard. At least ten times more than most of us do on a daily basis.</p><p id="3651">Lately I’m questioning my 21st century habits. So many are ridiculously redundant, not to mention detrimental to my being. I’m trying to be aware, of my breath first of all, of my drinking enough water, of eliminating foods and drinks that serve no purpose and do me harm. I’m striving to see, really see what surrounds me, and how. I want to und

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erstand myself first of all, the how and why I am the way I am; then I can notice where I falter and change for the better. There’s so much work ahead of me, and maybe comfort or discomfort at the thought that this work will never be finished. I’m hoping that during this endless process of self-improvement and transformation the ones around me, far or near will benefit too. And that strengthens my determination.</p><p id="b1d0">I have complete faith in myself. Finally.</p><p id="5906"><i>Copyright © 2021 by Georgiana Petec. All rights reserved.</i></p><p id="09b6">Thank you to our dear <a href="https://diacz.medium.com/?source=follow_footer-------------------------------------">𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.</a> for her wonderful weekend prompt.</p><div id="436d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-voice-a001704a89e"> <div> <div> <h2>My voice</h2> <div><h3>She escaped, a hungry hurricane, ready to engulf mountains and sky</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*_-v-2JcuZXQfpc0cAzk8pA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Parading clouds signaling there is no stillness

British Columbia, Canada — author’s pic

Moments of pause. Flashes of stillness. Parading clouds signaling there is no stillness. We’re in continuous movement, agonizingly circling, body and mind. Words I recognize as having heard some time ago, or maybe in the future? Our déjà vus as we call them.

I’m trying to be aware that I’m not aware. I’m gulping my food, typing or reading whilst I eat, then chastising my spouse for doing the same-the hypocrisy of it all, the fear our children are growing up to become robots.

Our life in the ordinary is extraordinary. It takes a lot of patience, effort, and faith in oneself to see it. One simple anatomy lesson can leave you in utter awe: because we are built in such an intricate way. It’s absolutely unbelievable how all cells, organs, muscles, tissue and bones work together. An extremely complicated machinery where everything co-depends.

We are mortals. We live knowing we will die and not knowing when. The utmost bravery just for that is embedded in our DNA. We have so little of what we call time for awareness, for understanding, for sucking all we can out of what we are given. And it seems to me, after having spent three hours, all four of us, putting away the Christmas paraphernalia, that we create more and more “work” for us as time goes by. More ways for us to gallop through the mundane, forever adding to our to do lists, meaningless society-imposed rules that we must absolutely follow.

I believe the simpler the life we lead, the more enjoyable and meaningful it becomes. Breathe in, breathe out. That’s all it takes. And clean nourishment. The hoops we go through to feed ourselves have increased so much in number and intricacy. My grandparents had some fruit, some nuts and seeds, and a glass of fresh water from the well for dinner — now we’re displeased at the thought of that for a snack. And they worked very hard. At least ten times more than most of us do on a daily basis.

Lately I’m questioning my 21st century habits. So many are ridiculously redundant, not to mention detrimental to my being. I’m trying to be aware, of my breath first of all, of my drinking enough water, of eliminating foods and drinks that serve no purpose and do me harm. I’m striving to see, really see what surrounds me, and how. I want to understand myself first of all, the how and why I am the way I am; then I can notice where I falter and change for the better. There’s so much work ahead of me, and maybe comfort or discomfort at the thought that this work will never be finished. I’m hoping that during this endless process of self-improvement and transformation the ones around me, far or near will benefit too. And that strengthens my determination.

I have complete faith in myself. Finally.

Thank you to our dear 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. for her wonderful weekend prompt.