When life is sped up to a certain point it’s sometimes hard to stay true to ones real nature or take on things that happens in life.
I see it clearly now that I’ve started working part time and spend more time with collegues, deadlines and work loads than I have done in years.
When I am relaxed and feel free in my mind, small incidents stays that way: small.
But if the thinking is cluttered with stress, “musts” and thoughts of doing right, small things sometimes becomes big, maybe even huge.
View from a bench
At the moment I am balancing on the right side of the line; small is small. And I am grateful for seeing it, not over-reacting on nonsense but staying sober.
This is one of the big ups to have taken a lot of time to just be, explore life and the world without having to feel any pressure – when taking a step away from the spinning wheel, we also read situations and patterns with more stillness.
Most of the time there’s no use to get all worked up about what another person does or says, being a bit late might not be such a catastrophy and are the thoughts we give so much power to even true?
After about one hour
After all the walking yesterday, I got a clear thought of wanting to do something about all the rubbish that’s laying around on the beaches and streets. We both want to do this, but since Anders has a slight case of “Bali belly” (upset stomach), I went ahead and started with our plan today.
Lots and lots of plastic
The first challenge was to get something to collect all the trash in – and even though there’s lots of plastic laying around, large sacs are unusual. But our big blue bag from the laundry place, a shopping bag and a couple of large bags from our hotel did the trick.
Garbage mixed with sand
Next challenge was to pass several groups of people, gathered for a hindu funeral ceremony. There I was, in the middle of people offering, praying and walking with the ashes of the dead person into the ocean.
Covered to protect from the sun
Finally I made it to the beach I had thought of and got started. About one hour later the bags were filled and so heavy I hardly managed to walk all the way back.
So much more...
Then it came to finding the gardener at the small hotel where we stay and have him help me find the garbage place and dump it all into the container – because the bags will be reused for our next trash-picking-adventure.
A slight difference