I love getting lost in a project, one I can have my hands and feet and spine in. Yesterday was one of those days. I was moving, stretching, perched on all fours, fully engrossed in squishing wet, goopy grout between the tiles on my new bathroom floor.
I am so often touched by a fever that has me pushing the clock, frenzied about the outcome of things. But, yesterday, calm, strong, optimistic, I was “in the zone”.
I love to see people “being there”—so fully immersed in what they are doing they are woven into the fabric of their surroundings. Like this man and his machine. He did some work for me last year, and was beautiful to watch, as he gracefully navigated his big, earth-moving equipment about my lot, digging a hole into which to deposit my septic tank.
Some times, I think, all of that “being there” is really just a matter of letting go—once one has acquired a skill or two—and allowing the Force, the Mystery, the God-Within to take over. Then, surely, everything we do is but a dance.