Porch sitting, Warrior style
By Jennifer M. Latzke
My year-long quest to be more of a Warrior instead of a Worrier hit a snag the months of July through September.
I was traveling. I was tired. I was busy at work. I was panicked over planning a fundraiser event. It hadn't rained in two months. Pick your excuse as to why I abandoned my Warrior plan and fell back into my Worrier ways. (Frankly, though, the long-term absence of rain will slip anyone into Worrier mode. I don't care how strong they pretend to be.)
But it's time I get back to my quest to be a Warrior. It's time to get back into the exercise and eating healthy routine. It's time to plan ahead and make lists. It's time to deep clean the house and renovate the yard.
It's time to sit on the porch with Shiloh the Wonder Schnauzer and drink coffee on a Saturday morning.
Yep, you read that right. This whole quest of mine to become a Warrior and not a Worrier is not just being a woman of action all the time, but setting aside time for rebuilding my own soul. Those times of inner reflection and peacefulness are essential to balance any life.
Some folks find that inner peace in prayer. Others use meditation. For me, that inner peace comes with a good "Sit-n-Sip" on a porch. Or patio. Or deck.
I'm not too particular. But I grab the chance when I can.
In fact, I found an unexpected spot of peace a week ago on a business trip into the Arkansas Ozarks foothills. This particular meeting took us to a lodge near the Little Red River. On the second day, while a majority of our group went fishing on the river, a few of us stayed behind to do our own things. One went golfing and another went for a run.
I staked out a sunny spot on the deck with a view of the Ozarks and the lake. With my laptop, a glass of iced tea and an industrious squirrel for company, I proceeded to reclaim my peace for three short hours.
It's not as easy as it sounds to relax. In fact, for the first hour I was typing away on my laptop on some story ideas, and a chapter of a book I've been hammering away on for a year or two.
But, after two hours of industry, I managed to turn off the inner list-maker in my brain. And then, in the chill of that crisp fall afternoon, I put up my feet and watched my squirrel buddy gather nuts and bedding for a nest.
Pretty soon, I could feel my heartbeat and breathing slow to match the tempo of the wind in the trees. The wafting wood smoke from some cabin nearby reminded me of campfires and cookouts and nights around the fire pit.
It was Nirvana.
Sure, I could have spent the afternoon fishing, but I'm an awfully squeamish fisherman. I could have spent the afternoon working on that to-do list that's forever in my head, but that to-do list isn't going anywhere any time soon.
Instead, I took the break to refresh my soul. And, I argue, I'm a better Warrior for it.
After my porch time I was renewed, recharged and ready to go back out and be a Warrior in the world.
So, when you feel like you just can't go on and you don't know what's wrong, but you know something is wrong with your soul, maybe the answer isn't found in action for the sake of action.
Maybe it can be found on a good old porch.
Jennifer M. Latzke can be reached at 620-227-1807, or firstname.lastname@example.org.