Making plans, plotting activities, and filling time: this is the addiction of most people in the modern world. I fall prey to it in my inner life and as a mother. Somehow, if I’m not planning, I’m less of a parent. This morning I woke up and realized I had made no plans for my children. Guilt. Worry about boredom. And on and on the mind drones with its invented concerns….
I haven’t seen my five year old today. Because we didn’t have plans, she spent the morning outside creating her best impression of an Andy Goldsworthy sculpture.
I think I need to spend more time with stones and earth and grass and trees, and less in my mind.