Rhythm and balance.
Requisite for dancing. Desired for living life well.
My grandmother, Eveline Coates Hoskins, is my example. There was a rhythm to her life. And there was also balance.
Her day followed a pattern: Work. Rest/play. Work. Rest/play.
Work before play. But not work with no play.
Balance.
Rhythm.
The rhythm of her life was always andante – at a moderate tempo. I did not see her behave as I often do – frantically running around trying to catch up.
She rose and set each day at the same time. She served meals each day at the same time.
During the time I lived with my grandparents, Eveline was in her 50s. I feel certain she didn’t get to live with this much leisure as a young mother of six. Never the less – it is an example I always return to and wish to take as my own.
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I’m still trying to get back to blogging after illness. It’s going much more slowly than I would like. I found that I have quite a few posts that I started once upon a time, but never finished. Like this one – started over two years ago. I’m sure I had more to add – perhaps I planned to write about the rhythm of Eveline’s week, or record my memories of how she spent her days. My intentions are long forgotten. I think I’ll go ahead a publish a few of these abandoned posts – more or less as they are. Maybe that will be just the spark I need.
It’s perfectly fine to go slowly while you recover from your illness. Please take care of yourself.
Thanks, Jana. I am. I feel like my regular self – and then I do something for a couple of hours and get really tired. Guess it just takes a while to bounce back. I have some posts I’ve really wanted to write and I get frustrated that I haven’t done them yet! Patience is a virtue, I guess, but I feel like I’ve had to be patient for a very long time. I should be really virtuous by now!