Meditation empties me, but prayer makes me full.
Noticing life is slowing, slowing, slowing in preparation for
school. Fall soon upon us. The leaves on the trees will die and
drop. Energy will amass in the trunk, the very core, of the vine, tree,
perennial. Plants seeking to add strength and growth in inward
most parts.
Our family is quieting now in preparation for school, even as the busyness of another season nears. School backpacks are not yet ready. A desk awaits paint. Chairs have yet to be found. A bedroom paint job begs to be finished. I haven't ordered books quite yet. When I do, I will not hit rush. I will not be rushed.
Our family is quieting now in preparation for school, even as the busyness of another season nears. School backpacks are not yet ready. A desk awaits paint. Chairs have yet to be found. A bedroom paint job begs to be finished. I haven't ordered books quite yet. When I do, I will not hit rush. I will not be rushed.
It the past, a new school year has always felt like a new year. All the preparation, planning, and idea pondering marking a major shift of time, but not this year.
Much of this year has been focused on health issues, and what we've gained from these circumstances. I refuse to say lost. I refuse. We have gained much, and we are hard at work healing. A story for another day? Because I dream of writing how we navigated in and through an ulcerative colitis
diagnosis. God. How we walked through strong. Came out well. But, that's not
today's story. Seeking stillness is my story.
Slowing down time. Learning to let some things die and some things drop, in order to work on our core as a family. Our inner core as a child of God, with a soul that needs to breathe, think, ponder, learn, love, and listen. This requires stillness. We work hard at intentionally living slow. Sometimes that slowness looks busy: friends, play dates, sword fights, but is not real face time with others slowing down life? Let us slow, soften, be a silhoutte for true beauty in the world.
Slowing down time. Learning to let some things die and some things drop, in order to work on our core as a family. Our inner core as a child of God, with a soul that needs to breathe, think, ponder, learn, love, and listen. This requires stillness. We work hard at intentionally living slow. Sometimes that slowness looks busy: friends, play dates, sword fights, but is not real face time with others slowing down life? Let us slow, soften, be a silhoutte for true beauty in the world.
Circadian rhythms call and change. Me.
Star gaze under black opalescent sky.
Campfires.
Books.
Adventures.
Slow. Time.
Something to Ponder?
