Personal Stories

Too Busy to Live


Over the weekend, I went to grocery and saw and heard a most beautiful thing. A little sparrow sat on the peak of the grocery store roof singing its little heart out. It was the sweetest thing to hear such a lovely sound coming from a creature that is so tiny.  I enjoyed the bird song before I went into the grocery and the sparrow continued its performance as I was leaving.  In the busy morning of picking up breakfast and coffee,  no one else in the parking lot looked up to see that little bird.

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An experiment a few years back called Stop and Hear the Music, in which Joshua Bell performed in a Subway station, without too much of a notice, showed how overly busy and distracted we are.

Yes, we have places to be and things to do, but a few moments of stopping to breathe and listen to the music could bring down our stress in amazing ways. We all have the same 24 hours per day.

Currently, I am practicing the skill of living in the moment. It’s difficult, because my mind often races about ten steps ahead of itself.  Part of this practice is taking an evening walk in the local park. Instead of walking from Point A and getting as fast I can to Point B, I am walking to pay attention to the wildlife around me. The bunnies, the ducks, and even the people. The people are the most fascinating.

Last night, my youngest son and I walked around the lake when I heard the most beautiful music. It had a lovely otherworldly sound that brought me back to happier moments of my childhood. A flood of memories came rushing back.  Memories of my father and listening to the Big Band station after church when I was little. My son was sure it was a radio, but I wanted to be sure. We were almost to it, when the music stopped. Then, a moment later, started again.

Under one of the ramadas, not far from where we parked, I saw a gentleman speaking with a teenage boy. The teenager had a trombone in his hands and the gentleman had a trumpet in his case.  The gentleman said he practiced at the park every evening. When the boy had seen him playing, he couldn’t help but get his trombone. Not only did they play some beautiful music, but I know that boy scored some points with his girlfriend.

In our hurried busy world we are running back and forth,back and forth, like a group of ants. Constantly working. Constantly running. No time to stop.  Then, studies are released to tell us we’d be healthier, happier, better if we only changed things in our life.

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What we need to do is slow down. Listen to the music. Pet a kitten. Watch a quail family. (I stopped writing for a few moments when I saw a movement outside my window. I saw the family of quail, that lives in my yard, going out for their morning breakfast. It’s fun to watch those tiny balls of feathers walking around.) Sit still and just breathe.

Have a Great Day!! 🙂

 

7 thoughts on “Too Busy to Live

  1. I so thoroughly agree with you Lisa. Taking time out is a conscious effort we need to make each day to appreciate the world around us. Each morning I walk before sunrise and always connect with the moon and stars. They give me some inner peace….

  2. I love this! Our backyard bumps up against reservoir property, so it’s woods as far as the eye can see. Every once in a while I’ll stop, get up and be rewarded with a “deer show.” Makes all the difference in the world. Thanks for the great imagery, Lisa!

  3. This is precisely why I choose to live where I do. Yes, it’s inconvenient to live at the far end of a private dirt road that, depending on the weather, can be utterly impassable. And we get the bare minimum of services from the city and the county. I can’t even get a pizza delivered! But at night, after dealing with people and computers and noise all day, it is so peaceful to sit on my porch and listed to crickets, watch fireflies, and sometimes be rewarded by a visit from the baby raccoons who have discovered the cat food dish.

  4. I love it! I have written something similar. We miss so much in the rush to our destinations…Either distracted by all the other things around us or so focused on the end result we miss that which is all around us.

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