We’re in slow motion this year, still lingering in the mood of sweet slowness that follows Thanksgiving. We’re stuffed with roast turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, spicy chickpeas, cranberries and all the goodness of the Thanksgiving table.
It’s warm inside and wet, cold and gray out of doors. I'm waiting for the snow.
We’ve unplugged from the busyness of the world, partly by choice, partly by force. My son was in an accident just before Thanksgiving and got quite bashed up. He is now on the mend, thanks to what must have been divine intervention, as well a very skilled surgeon, and a wonderfully kind hospital crew, for whom I feel enormously grateful.
With surgery and broken bones, there's lots of down time for convalescing. We canceled our travel plans and stayed put. It has been sweet.
As we move along in the season of Advent, I ask myself what matters most to me? The people I care about. My family and friends. My work. Cultivating community. Ample time. Being fully present in the moment.
How do I live these values as we approach the busy holiday time of year, with so many events and activities beckoning us to join?
I begin with a checking in on our family home rhythms. The pulse of our daily life can tell us a good deal about what’s going on.
Next I look around and begin right where I am. In the days of slow and simple. Right here. Right now. And I savor it.