I saw a link to a 30-day blog challenge somewhere (Twitter, perhaps?) and thought it would be the perfect way to re-enter the blogging world. Of course, I can’t find it now but then I remember I typically suck at these challenges anyways.
Thinking about that challenge, a week ago my plan was to stockpile a bunch of posts, in case I couldn’t find the time to write everyday. So I began twirling some ideas around in my head, and one thing that came to mind was a series of “small” posts. In fact, “small” was on my mind so much a week ago, I was tempted to think of it as my word for the year.
Of late, I’m struck by how small things are holding me these days. Take small rhythms, for example. Every morning, I rise (after hitting the snooze one too many times, grab my clothes, and head down the hall. I turn the furnace up, raise my window shades, find my phone, and head to the bathroom. Listening to podcasts while I shower has been life-giving for me, to invite another voice into my space at the beginning of my day. Yesterday, (Sunday), I overslept and woke to the realization that I was on setup duty at church and had exactly 30 minutes to ready myself (including taking the dog out and be on my way. This morning, I felt welcomed back by my usual unhurried morning rhythms.
Small rhythms, small joys, small gifts–these small things are grounding me. As I’m learning to be present in more of the moments of my days, my days feel less like a wild rollercoaster ride and more like a slow walk through a beautiful garden. Time is becoming less of an enemy, or something to grasp–like sand rushing through my fingers–and more of a friend, willing to impart secrets to me throughout the day.
So this post is another small thing–a small beginning. Let’s see where it takes me!
Conversation: What small things calling to you these days?