I'm finding myself so out of practice on many things. Guitar is only one of them :( as at one point I had gotten to where I could almost strum a song. Almost. I tried to do it last night and my fingers were like "huh? We don't bend that way lady" and so I find myself starting completely over, just strumming cords over and over and over and...
It is frustrating, yet I guess that is just life. Everything takes practice. I mean, everything from the moment you wake until you drift off at night has been learned and has evolved from practice. Like, ladies that shave your legs, what happened the first time you shaved? Yeah, you cut yourself! The first time you drove a car (hopefully you didn't wreck yourself). But, it wasn't easy. It took practice.
Ritual takes practice, yoga, mediation, riding a horse, using power tools...everything takes practice. Sometimes I get so tired of telling myself "it just takes practice" though. I just want things to be.
I think living takes practice. I don't think many of us really practice living, myself included. I think we just do and don't feel, act and don't think, we are there but not present. "Presence" was my word of the year at the beginning of 2015 and I am sad to report that the practice of being present is NOT my strong suit apparently. I have a very busy mind. She never sleeps, even when I sleep. I wake up and I'm already thinking about things, worrying, strategizing (mostly for work), planning. It is exhausting. I guess REST takes practice as well.
The thought for the day is that there is no hurry. The day is stretched before us and the season of sacred summer has arrived. The woods and fields are abundant with everything that has slept, then stirred, then quickened, then burst forth toward the sun. To honor the day I will not hurry. I will linger on each and every moment from my morning run, through my chores at the barn and a visit with my father. I will watch the sun set and light a candle to extend this day into the night, for this is day of my longing.