Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Art of Chill
This lovely fairy circle is on the grounds of a school in Annapolis.
I've lived in cities my whole life except for two years at Lake Tahoe, when I sampled village life. It took me awhile to relax after I moved there. I had to actually learn how to relax because I was so used to urban hustle and bustle. I remember one of the first winter snowfalls at Tahoe. My friend and roommate handed me a cup of hot chocolate and said, "Let's open the drapes and watch the snow." We watched - for about two mintes. Then I turned to her and said, "Now what do we do?" I didn't get it, that watching snow is a meditation, a lengthy, slow, beautiful way to unwind.
As soon as I moved to San Francisco (from Tahoe), I forgot all about how to relax. Then I moved here. Truly, Washington DC compared to San Francisco is like Tahoe compared to San Francisco: algorhythmically busier, more frantic, more electrical.
I love urban hustle and bustle, I do. But every now and then, I have to get out of the energy field. It's a matter of sanity, it really is. These days my habit is to visit a friend in Annapolis who lives right on the water in a cool, oppulent but not fancy house, full of books, various animals (cats, dog, bird). What we do is sit around, looking at books, staring into the woodstove fire, eating, drinking. We always get the dog out for a nice walk, but basically we spend a whole day relaxing.
Returning to DC after one of these luxurious days is always kind of a shock. When I see how frantic we are here, how we race around, even on a Saturday, I always have to laugh. We citizens of the District? We're crazy!
Happy Sunday, y'all. Stretch out and do nothing, will you, as I go to work? Yes? I say yes.
Peregrine Espresso yesterday morning. Busy, oh yeah. Always busy.