Davit,
I think I forgot that rule the other day when I was dicing onion, and diced my left index finger, fortunately with a sharp knife. Tired or not, we have to eat, don't we?
And yesterday I looked at my right index finger, and can't remember why it's crooked. Maybe it's just the osteoarthritis like the rest of my body.
What are we racing, anyway? I was concerned as I rushed back past the beautiful garden today, to the basement, noting that I wasn't savouring the garden's blooming roses and peonies which yearn for weeding and better soil?
There's this tale from my favourite book on spirituality which tells of these guides who just sat down with their employers in some natural setting like a rainforest, because they claimed they were moving too quickly. They needed to stop to let their souls catch up with their bodies.
I'm going to change my avatar to a lovely rose that is opening.
Hopefully tomorrow will be like that, since I don't wish to have days like today, that are like a blur, unless there's an emergency. Being present to others is important, since most of the "stuff" around me is just "stuff" or "furniture".