Learn the love of taking time out and really tuning in to tuning out. In this frenetic rushed life of ours, we are up and at it, work and life combined, rush, rush, rush way to often. We may stop for a quick bite, then we seem to go all day until dusk. Once we do finally get to sit down and relax, what to do we do? The relaxation of life these days seems to be non-existent. So maybe we need to understand what down time means-in order to do it.
Does it mean sitting and watching the television and zoning out? Does it involve grabbing the phone and staring and scrolling aimlessly through the screen on facebook? Does it mean that we need to be somewhere where we catch up on twitter, Instagram, the News, the gossip for the day before so we dont think we are missing out. More and more people need their techno fix to feel part of this world. For some people……That may be so. and, if that is the happy way that you generally finish your day, then enjoy.
But for genuine Down time to be enjoyed and understood……. it is just that. Put those devices down….for a period of time……Simple. Try connecting once again with something else that used to matter to you -before technology became ingrained in us all. This dosent have to be for the whole day (however – wouldn’t that be great) but an organised period of time to make a difference. Say, start with 2 hours-see how you go. Try some type of other activity that encourages the mind and spirit to smile. So when we think again of times that connective values mattered to us -we might be reminded of things from the past. Such as;
Reading a long lost novel under a shady tree near the waters edge.
Potting a flower or herb in the garden.
Ride a motorbike along the seaside.
Go for a journey on a train.
Reconnect with an old friend. (2 hours is a good time for a cuppa)
Doodle and make pictures with pencils or crayons.
Ride a horse.
There are loads of ideas, once you start to think and connect with the old you and what you enjoyed before you just sat stagnating on a phone. Above are just some of my nostalgic memories. Make a list for your self from your past. What about something you’ve always wanted to do. Start by freeing up your time and go and inquire about them.
My all time favorite-without any phone or devices is to fish on a beach (catching or not) until the sun dies down over the horizon and watching the water roll in rhythmically. I can stay there content for days.
I know that it is entirely necessary in this day and age to be involved, especially with work nowadays, to have to deal with computers, Iphones etc. But are we losing touch with the world as we knew it? Yes I think we are. A practice of downtime may connect you happily with something you once did that gave you great joy-and you didn’t realise you had lost it.
Down time is your time to take time -for you…….
Find your Mast…..
Lash Yourself to your Mast…….
Find yourself a positive person in your life that you can rely on……….Your Mast being tall and straight talking,
caring and honest who helps to guide you when it is asked of them. This friend (Mast) will be there for you-and has
been there for you in the past. The genuine care of this guide will support you in your ventures and life trials and
tribulations. For not just when the roses smell nice and the parties have been fun in the past. Where you have been
their Mast. Where you have been there for them? You have been there in their times of need . Your Mast is not your
fair weathered friend, your Mast is the friend who handles all weather. Look for that friend. Look for your Mast.
You will know who that is.
Little Health Tip
Short But Sweet tip for the day. Flax seed contain fiber and Omega -3 fatty acids which are beneficial to health.
When you care for elderly people in the community, you can learn a lot in life. It is not meant to be anything other than an observation, however Observe I do. You realize people get lonely. Genuinely lonely. It dosent mean they dont get contact……its just that they are so happy to see a person and speak to a person – that they just chatter. They chatter the whole time (which is great), but you realize they are trying to shove a weeks worth of talking in to the 30 minutes you have to care for them. After talking an awful lot, they do ask about my day, – I never care about that. I just love hearing them talk about their significant highlights of their day. Like, how they saw the sun come up by them self, and the formed icicles on the back lawn melt before their eyes….how the rabbits new babies came out to feed. How much does this person love and enjoy the simple tings in life…..now they have time to do it-they do it by themselves….how sad.
So I am there to be a carer, simply put, to stop this person from being a burden on the health care system, to stay in their home longer (by them self) and some do it happily. So you stand, support, help and shower a person who has had a stroke. This person lives by herself, alone, with all acceptable aids. (self sufficient) she eagerly awaits for the company and hired help to arrive, chirping and laughing as you struggle up the stairs to greet her. She is a bright (ex-academic) older woman who struggles daily in a roughly adjusted wheelchair and added ramps to get around her house. It drives me crazy. We talk about any ailment we might have (headaches etc) -and yet their struggles are insurmountable and exaggerated and gross, yet there are no complaints. Their daily needs are 10 fold of mine or anyone else. So they struggle through every day holding onto what little dignity they have left.
And so these people teach me every day.
Possessions mean nothing. I look around my comfortable house and realize that even though I have enjoyed accumulating and travelling to get these ornaments, pictures, dust collectors they are nothing unless there is a reality of someone else to enjoy them with later on.
Reach out to someone…..anyone. Selfishness is easy. A person who goes out of their way for another is someone who has taken the time to care. A phone call. A quick Cuppa. Drop off some bread and make sure that person sees someone. You have no idea how happy it will make their heart.
Wait Patiently, Smile, Listen, Repeat, Often…..
And finally, it is not hard to watch these older determined friendly people go about their business day to day while they wait for a call, letter, email, visit – They are used to it. They dont mind. however, I am Not. I am the one struggling with the forgotten. I am the one that never wants to be waiting for a carer to come and allow me 30 minutes to chatter aimlessly to fill in time. One day we will all be there. The Forgotten ones were once US………….