Doing nothing: When and where
24 August 2009 1 Comment
I spent most of a three-day weekend at a friend’s place (two hours away from me) not doing very much… It depends on what you mean by ‘doing’ anything, of course.
It occurred to me that doing ‘nothing’ at home is not quite the same experience as ‘doing’ nothing someplace else.
Context is everything.
Come, Rest Awhile
by L.M. Montgomery (1874–1942)
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.
Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,
That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear
The wayward chimes of memory’s pensive bells,
Wind-blown o’er misty hills and curtained dells.
One step aside and dewy buds unclose
The sweetness of the violet and the rose;
Song and romance still linger in the green,
Emblossomed ways by you so seldom seen,
And near at hand, would you but see them, lie
All lovely things beloved in days gone by.
You have forgotten what it is to smile
In your too busy life, come, rest awhile.
Image: South American sea lions. Source: Wikimedia Commons.