The strangely stetchable qualities of time
A funny thing happened in my household this morning and I think I blame meditation.
Picture this. It was raining. My husband had left and my kids were still in bed. Finishing my coffee, I glanced at the clock and realised it was way past the time I usually woke them up.
A year ago, before I discovered meditation, I would have panicked and started running around yelling. Rounding up matching socks, frantically making lunches… but for some reason I didn’t today. It occurred to me that as the parent and authorised adult in this situation I had the power to allow us all to be a bit late without anyone getting a detention. Cool huh? I realised I could just go to the little book in the school office and sign my name and possibly even just write “slept in” into the excuses box.
So…no panic. I actually made myself another cup of coffee, took the kids porridge up to them to eat in bed and slowly woke them up.
Slowly the kids started appearing (wait for it….) all dressed in their uniforms. (Okay the 11 year didn’t quite appear but I only had to use “that voice” once.)
And here’s the strange bit…. we weren’t late. At all. Just calmly ready to go on time.
And then on Radio National this morning, there was a great segment on The Useful Art of Procrastination with Professor Frank Partnoy. You can check it out here. He was arguing that the crazy obsession with doing everything fast might be costing us somehow (my words not his).
It got me thinking about something my Grandmother used to say “less haste more speed” and I think that is the joy of meditation. It allows your mind to slow down so everything can slow down to.
I’m not silly enough that tomorrow will be the same but it sure felt like a step in the right direction.