It is solved by walking. St. Augustine
The eight year old computer is freezing up and melting down, even after a week’s stay at the computer hospital. I don’t know how to help. We are having communication issues. Am I working it too hard? Is it telling me it wants out of this relationship? I explore options. The Office Depot man fills my head with words I don’t understand and protection policies to carry it through the Apocalypse. Now I’m freezing up and melting down.
After ten minutes of anxious spinning (it takes me that long to realize that’s what I’m doing) I am drawn to the nearest labyrinth. Ah, the spin is slowing down as I approach.
Breathe, Laura. And begin.
I used to go to this church. My friends were here. I sang in the choir. I recognize the names on the memorial plaques. Breathe.
On the last Natalie Goldberg silent retreat at Mabel’s in Taos, I walked the labyrinth every morning and evening. Breathe.
They’ve added a playground. Carlton was a child when we were here. He would have liked this. Breathe.
- Carlton would be able to help me with my computer now. Breathe. There was no need for me to worry about the stuff I didn’t understand. But he’s not around anymore. Breathe. Walk. Breathe. Walk. Breathe. Walk.
This is going to cost me money. Breathe. I could write my book on a new computer. Breathe. Without the stress of freezing up and melting down. Breathe.
Ah. I’m glad we had this little talk. I feel so much better now.