I am klutzy when it comes to getting around on a computer. It doesn’t come naturally to me. However, maybe like you, I find myself spending an increasing amount of time in front of this screen and keyboard.
On some level I know that I choose to be doing this, but probably at least once a day, I get annoyed with this machine.
Today I spat the dummy. For other than Aussie readers, this is a term that implies overreacting to a situation in an angry or frustrated manner. That’s a pretty accurate description of my disposition. How futile to get annoyed with a machine. But then, I took it one step further and became upset with my computer guru (Daniel) because he couldn’t bail me out.
The last piece in this sad scenario was when I realised I couldn’t blame the computer and I couldn’t blame my husband, and I became downhearted. I just wanted to throw in the towel.
You instinctively know what to do at these moments. You can hear the phone ringing, even if it is a faint sound. All you have to do is answer it. The message was loud and clear. Go to the garden. Dig. Get your hands and boots dirty.
I’m back here at my desk, having done some good work in the garden and good communicating with my husband. Soil heals, and so does telling it like it is.
Dukkha daurmanasya angamejayatva svasaprasvasah vikesepa sahabhuvah
Sorrow, despair, unsteadiness of the body and irregular breathing further distract the citta.*
*Light on the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, B.K.S. Iyengar