Tomorrow Can Wait

Tomorrow Can Wait

By Chris Owen

Being isolated at home for any length of time can be a trial but with a full programme and a steady repeatable daily schedule the time passes well for any productive writer.

If you believe in your own talents and want to push on with the next project without worrying about agents and publishers’ commissions then go for it. There will be many alternatives for publishing your book or whatever when finished and if not the magazine article market is still out there hungry for online contributors even during the lock-down.

Take regular breaks from using IT media. Work 2 hours max per session. Then stop, relax take a stroll in the garden or your special space.

I have also never learnt to appreciate nature more: the singing of the birds that visit my back garden which was once a pain to maintain but is now a god-sent haven and has transcended the functions of a chore. I am spending more time relaxing in it and listening, really listening for the first time, to all the sounds of the earth.

The gentle breeze brings the scent of flora and the bees do their work transferring pollen to propagate our apple trees. Mr Blackbird fights it out with another rival for territorial supremacy and the right to breed the next generation. The birds come to feed and the flowers and fruits go through their yearly cycle.

Stop everything, as I do now and learn to appreciate the wonderful cycle of mother nature and all this is repeated every 24 hours.

Mankind will always need the earth to survive and flourish but one of the lessons I am learning is that the earth does not in turn need mankind, in order to do the same.

Homo Sapiens as a species would not be missed – our current non-polluting habits are already having a beneficial effect across the skies, the land and the very air we breathe.

But if we resume our pre-Covid 19 ways the planet will suffer and die eventually.

So I say –

Tomorrow can wait. Let’s enjoy the present and make a pact to mend our ways before it is too late.

I am reminded of an extract from William Henry Davies Poem

Leisure 

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs

and stare as long as sheep or cows

No time to see, when woods we pass

where squirrels hide their nuts in grass

No time to see in broad daylight

Streams full of stars, like skies at night

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare