Our lives are built on rhythms. Work, and rest. Stop, and go. Create, and consume. Let go, and begin again.
You have to fill up before you can pour out.
The changing seasons remind me: nothing is meant to go-go-go all the time. All things change. They stop, they grow, they experience rebirth.
WE stop, we grow, we experience rebirth.
These days I try to mark the seasons, to tell myself to pay attention. To notice. To remember. To have faith that the things that fade away will be replaced, that seeds will grow, and that when everything is bursting into fruition at once—that’s just a season, too. Nothing to worry over.
Do you have seasonal rituals? Let me know over at Simple Homeschool, would you please?
It’s really hard to reflect on where you’ve been and how much you’ve grown when one week bleeds into the next, on and on forever.
I didn’t want our days to be lost in the swirling vortex of time, and I didn’t want to create a family culture of always-on, without regular markers to guide us.