Battery Low”
I can get around the lake about 5 mornings out of the seven. Sometimes the weather is calm, crisp and delicious. Other days it’s rough and tumble. Sometimes I get around swiftly, particularly when it's Parkrun on a Saturday morning and other times it's a plodding shuffle.
One of the things that helps is music that I play into my ears from a shuffle. The songs are familiar. Some are jouncy and others melodic.
When I turn the shuffle off, I occasionally get a little voice that simply says ’Battery low’. That’s it. Just two simple little words. We ignore this phrase at our peril and the peril of those who are close to us. When I hear this warning I know that I have to recharge the shuffle to help me shuffle.
I couldn’t honestly tell you how frequently this little voice whispers into my ear. It’s just sort of there when I least expect it. I can’t actually see or discern how low the battery is. It's not like a phone. I rely completely and utterly on this little voice.
I reflect that I am often like this with my own ‘inner battery’. I have only the flimsiest of signals to let me know that my own ‘battery’ is running low and I need recharging. i.e. Take some gardening/cardigan leave. When was the last time I had a proper day off, some of my annual holiday? Kept a ‘sabbath’.