interruptions

teacher-man is in south africa to support and encourage and help and sow seeds of hope.
and i’m at home to support and encourage and help and sow seeds of hope
and work…

between children, taking care of the farmyard, enjoying friends, keeping up with the work, keeping friends informed via e-mail, shedding excess weight, chores around the house, killing snails (yes, i do not like these slimy creatures chewing away on my precious plants) and… oh, why do we recount what we do everyday? battle to keep up with all the demands on our time and energy. and there’s only two dozen hours. all those interruptions!

i just don’t keep up!

maybe, just maybe joseph stalin had the solution: “when there’s a person, there’s a problem. when there’s no person, there’s no problem.” i just indulged into this idea… when there’s a person, there’s an interruption; when there’s no person, there’s no interruption. great!

but, truth is

no person, no pleasant surprise
no person, no unexpected bounty
no person, no help
no person, no encouragement
no person, no friend
no people, no sharing
no person, no connecting
no person, no fellowship
no person, no family
no person, no identity
no person, no inheritance
no person, no real sense of being
no person, no love
no person, no lesson to learn
no person, no story to tell
no person, no development
no person, no purpose in life.

so, i can choose to work (for whom and what?) without interruptions and be the.only.one.

teacher-man nailed it, as always: “by allowing others to love you enough through those interruptions, you’re allowed to love yourself just a little more.”

so, i choose the grace of interruptions to receive love and to give a little love.