After many days of nothing but brown, damp landscapes tonight our valley is once more covered in snow. It’ll be gone tomorrow, and then maybe spring will be ready to make itself known in these parts. Until then, I have the colourful silk flowers given to me by my youngest for Easter.
Actually, I don’t know that’s actually true. I’ve been aware of December’s approach all through this fall, and yet somehow, here it is. And I have a feeling that I’ll shortly be saying ‘and there it goes!’ My hiatus from the blog seems to have dovetailed almost completely with the breaks taken by many of my closest blogging friends, which seems like more than just a cosmic coincidence.
I think life just feels over-full for so many people, and certainly the world has been full of distractions, many of them serious and hard to ignore. A life well lived, in my book, is one that balances being aware of the wider world/your community and contributing in some way, with taking care of your own little world, including health, wellbeing, family/friends, and creativity. A life well lived includes, in some way, the ability to tune out everything else and just focus on what you’re doing, even for brief moments. It’s a balance that I constantly struggle with.
The past few months have been very heavily focused on my immediate family, and it’s been a funny season in which I’ve had more available time than at any point in the last three years (our youngest went back to public school in September, and is doing really well), and yet that time has been in demand in new ways. I’ve been trying to do more volunteering in my community, I’ve tried to carve out some time for personal interests that have taken a back seat for too long, and as a family we’ve been focused on helping our older boy get ready for college next year. Those are just the headlines, too. If December snuck up on me, you can imagine how it feels to have my oldest child suddenly on the brink of leaving home and going out into the world!
In a world that continues to spin way too quickly, the charms of choosing to exist more slowly at least in certain parts of our lives continues to exert an attraction. Which means that Wuppenif still has a place for me, even if it continues to change. A new reader has asked me if she can use my photo of an old school bell that I’ve shared here before on her family’s Christmas card this year, and I happily agreed. I love that others are also trying to ‘keep it old school’ in some small way, every day.
If anyone out there would like to share their tricks for slowing the pace or at least pretending to, I’d love to hear them.
It seems like everything in the garden is coming to an end for the year, to greater and lesser degrees, but not the morning glories. Perched on our back deck over the valley below, they have only just come into their own in recent days. Late to the party, stretching towards the sun, but just what’s needed right now.