Wheels Turning.
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We are what we do repeatedly.
Do you ever have those moments where you feel like you’ve been doing the same thing over and over on repeat for longer than you’d like to think about? There can be a calming beauty to repetition; I’d go as far as saying it’s quite vital. Consistency can be your best friend or worst enemy. Repeating something doesn’t necessarily feel like being on a path that leads somewhere though. Today I trekked a wheelbarrow full of dirt from the compost under the starfruit tree, over to the farm across the street, for what felt like the 100th time, but was probably only the 7th time. Thinking to myself what a genius invention wheels are because they take so much of the load off of moving things. This jungle path which was new to my eyes two weeks ago has helped me average over 15 plus miles of walking per day since. Back and forth tasks can quickly feel mundane. The irony of this all, is I felt like some areas of my life back in Arizona felt stuck on repeat a bit and that was one of my motives for changing pace and scenery and coming here. Yet repetition has returned. Click here for some of the repetition involved in resurrecting a greenhouse in the jungle. Maybe it’s not so much an aversion to repeating cycles, but more what is contained in the cycle specifically. I don’t mind waking up to watch the sunrise and enjoying a cup of coffee, I have done that many days and could likely continue to do that every day with pure joy the rest of my life. One consistent thing I have found true when enduring repetitive activities (which if I’m being honest is something I truly love); like going on solo 100 mile bike rides, swimming laps in the pool, blending colors while painting/drawing, or staring at the wheel of a wheelbarrow rotating over and over, is that’s when my brain seems to surface thoughts and ideas that need to be chewed on, spit out, or swallowed. Seeking answers to situations never seems to be successful in the ways I hope, but giving myself time to think and let thoughts and ideas surface naturally- while doing a meditative or repetitive activity, often let’s me digest a situation enough to come to the conclusion that there generally aren’t right or wrong solutions or directions to go, just mere choices to make. If my physical yoga practice has taught me anything to use in my daily life, it’s to always come from a place of peace when moving forward. So for me, I will continue to push wheelbarrows, paint skies, lap pools, and give myself grace and space to let wheels turn so that I can avoid frantic decision making and make choices from a place of gentleness and ease. Even if it’s just being in nature that is gentle and easy on the eyes while doing so. If you haven’t made it outside today, clicking here may help inspire you.