Feeling quiet lately. There was a lot of being here and present and then a nudge that said, “pause” along with a lot of travel. And like everything else, it takes a bit of a leap to jump back in. There is no perfect time. No burning bush or special event. Just a decision and the action. We support our decisions with actions. And…sometimes I like pretending I am back in time without so many distractions…screens, media, noise. And yet it is in these and through these that I get to have a voice. A sandbox to play in.I am always curious if I am the only one feeling this way. (Am I?!) We sent our son to camp for several summers to give him the gift of “stepping back in time”. Old fashioned fun and games, rhythms and relationships. I have to intentionally carve out the same for myself. I sat in front of my computer screen yesterday and by evening I was slightly looney. And irritable. Good to notice and will take breaks, breathe oxygen, play good music, and pay attention. Perhaps not get so far off the reservation next time.Tonight as I reflect back over the week, I am reminded of the gift of connection. These screens and devices can get us or me (I will speak for myself) away from being present, and they also bring connection to my friends near and far. Especially the far away ones.
When we moved almost two years ago to a new location, I thought that relationships would be significantly impacted. In many ways over. Or Christmas cards and an occasional visit. Au contraire. There is always my projection and then there is reality. Reality is this: time spent together has a different clock and rhythm, but the roots are strong and the container looks quite different than it used to. And yet they flourish. I am amazed and grateful and of course humbled that life keeps expanding and the new worlds are possible, without having to give up anything. Well, maybe some square footage, but I am good with that.
I will continue my quest for ebb and flow balance in keeping up with folks from different parts and chapters in my life. And I will take the train downtown to my spin class. Amazed that I get to live this life so different from where I was 2 years ago. And I will continue to enjoy the gifts of new neighbors and church tribe. And visits and being a gypsy when I go home. Phone calls and photos, proms and problem solving and great stories to listen to and deliver. Old fashioned cards and FB birthday wishes. Plans and spontaneity. And never do I need to pull over to search for a dime and a payphone. Yet, anyway. “A world not born until they arrive…” And what a lovely and vast universe I keep experiencing.
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