By Samuel Maudet
At the end of the longest day of the year (134/365), originally uploaded by :Duncan.
Living outdoors, the wholeness of a day becomes apparent.
Once a day. Twice a day is harder. And yet it’s becoming the most treasured part of the day. To do nothing. To sit. To see what’s happening. To see what you are up to now. To see what’s what. Things happen in that quiet. The brain can relax a little. The body too. Moment after a moment, nothing much. A mild surprise: what, I don’t have to do anything? What, nothing to plan for, go over, worry about? And then next moment there is planning, then there is worrying. And yet then there is just you again. Still sitting there.