“A rut is a grave with both ends kicked out.” –Mama
I’ve heard her say that all my life…and she’s probably not far from the truth. After all, getting in a rut means you’ve done the same thing over and over and over for so long that you probably don’t even have to think anymore about what to do next. While there’s something to be said for consistency, I’m not a great fan of mindless task-doing. Over the past 6 months or so, however, I’ve had the opportunity to begin longing, not for a rut, but a schedule. I love the order that comes of doing things in rhythm and creating a pattern of behavior that helps me feel settled and at ease.
Now, that doesn’t mean that the behavior has to be mindless, but it does mean that once the mundane items are marked off the to-do list, there will be more brainpower available to be directed toward more creative endeavors…and I have really missed being able to do that.
I’m looking forward to creating new rhythms for this place. I’m looking forward to creating new friendships and creating new opportunities, new plantings and new views, new words, new art and new thoughts. I’ve missed having the time to write and the number of blog posts that have been written mentally in the dark and gone unpublished are more than I’d like to think about.
I’ve actually had a schedule of sorts over the last few months: travel, unpack, pack, travel, unpack (repeat, repeat, repeat…) and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m ready to change the tasks on the schedule.
Most of the things in the house have been unpacked to find new homes and those that haven’t are in boxes for donation or awaiting the arrival of new pieces before they can be placed in order. It’s good to have an idea about where most of your stuff is and while the house is coming together nicely, the shop tells a different tale at present. Oh, we’re making progress there, too, but it seems slow in coming, perhaps because it is finally spring—the season of new birth, new plants, new blooms, rebirth, resurrection and renewal—and I’m longing to get outside and revel in the absolute wonder of it all. Oh, how I have longed for this season this year!
As I’ve been unpacking all of our accumulated stuff, I’m unpacking new thought processes, as well. I’m slowly establishing patterns of behavior for this new place and finding that my heart is feeling right at home here as I do so. I’ve created a “nest” for my morning time with God and have really enjoyed getting back into His Word in a deeper way. I’ve acquired a new library card and located two libraries and a couple of garden nurseries nearby along with more than a few antique stores. I’m settling in, but I’m not inclined to settle. There’s something about this place that calls out for new things and that excites me.
Yes, I’m establishing new patterns and looking forward to new things…and I think I’ll plant some new bulbs in that old rut I had before. Who knows? Perhaps there’s still time to see them bloom this spring.