” Water is fluid and soft and yeilding. But water will wear away rock which is rigid and cannot yeild. As a rule whatever is soft and yeilding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard” Lao Tzu 600BC
Dear Diary, as the waves lap away at the soft shores of the straight i know the quote above to be true. Taking it to a personal level though is much harder. The heat of the summer always changes my routine as though you would never know it from my rugs I am as rigid as can be. I like my pillows in the same place, the same tea cup day after day. I like my routine and I miss it. The heat slows me down, makes my fingers sticky with my wool. While everyone else is basking in the sun, i am dreaming about it being cool enough to wear a sweater.
So I could just say that is who I am or I could try to be more fluid, more yeilding. I am trying that. I think this summer as I try to teach myself to relax more I am becoming softer. The older I get, the less I like that unyeilding side of myself. I don’t want to be hard as a rock. The other day I cried when Canada lost to the US in Olympic soccer after just watching the overtime. Perhaps my efforts are at work …
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