I'm not great with practice.
This is why I'm a beginning intermediate level pianist after years of lessons, why my viola playing never took off, and why, even after a full Waldorf teacher training and years of teaching in Waldorf schools, I never completed the Six Basic Exercises (Steiner's pre-meditation course of inner work). I get caught up in living what is urgent, what is emergent, what is in the here and now. And meditation, music practice, writing, it all falls by the wayside.
but this, sitting down with my computer at some point over the course of the day, this I can do. I may not be able to find the wherewithal in the early morning to sit down and meditate daily, but I can pause, and tune in, and breathe for a few moments, several times a day.
And sometimes, it feels like the most important thing in the world to ignore all those practices and obligations and go out into the warm wind of this April day. I must allow beauty to affect me, else why be alive?
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.