Getting the pace right is such a huge undertaking it seems to me it really can only be moment by moment day by day which is difficult when waiting rooms need to be sat in, prescriptions collected, phone answered and washing machine filled and emptied with unseemly regularity:0)

Becoming caught in a web created by expectation, mine and others ,just leads to a bloody mess in every sense of that phrase so starting each day deliberately with silence, stillness and thought helps me set the tone for the rest of the day though I often end up ’singing’ off key.

For me, when I drink just a glass of juice to break the fast rather than making my bowl of porridge with honey and soy milk and savouring every mouthful is signal I’m in danger of missing the day and finding myself in heap at the end of it. That this daily porridge may not be made and eaten sometimes before noon because of physical constraints is part of the charm. It’s not at set time as in minutes and hours but set time as in when I am ready and able. I metaphorically eat that bowl of porridge throughout the day too as the image and rememberence draws me back to stillness, silence and thought.

Seems it might be tea and biscuits for you:0)