Last night I reveled in just being. We don’t do enough of that. Our lives are so busy and full that we are always on our way to do something, or thinking about what we should be doing, or two steps ahead of where we are right now. But for the past six weeks I have been present in an alternate universe. It’s the universe of unemployment. I have been “between” jobs, actually, waiting to start a new one in a few weeks. It got me thinking about the last time that I could recall not working for more than a week or two. For me, it was 20 years ago when my son was small and I did not work a “real job” for a few years. But then I started thinking about the last time I was not working and really had no other huge responsibility (like taking care of a baby!) That took me back even further. I was 15. Too young to work, too young to drive, summers off and nothing to do but go to the beach and work on my tan. (A tan that predated our knowledge and concern about skin cancer.) So lately I have had the good fortune to just sit and watch the water, the gulls and the sun go down and for the first time in ages, just spend some time being. Sometimes I hear Oprah saying “Are you living your best life? Are you living intentionally?” and former co-workers asking “Just what do you do all day?” but I just tell them “I’m being one with the world, just being. Does anyone ask a sea gull what he did all day? I’m like the lilies of the field!”
Like Peter says in Office Space:
"I did absolutely nothing and it was everything I thought it could be."
And as I sat there just being, the sun filtered through the clouds (photo) looking like a scene in a movie when heaven is preparing to make a big announcement. Or a miracle was about to happen. Of course I think one happens every night when the sun sets in my backyard.
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