“always we begin again” (from the Rule of St. Benedict)
Remember the former things, those of long ago;
I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning,
from ancient times, what is still to come.
I say, ‘My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.’
(Isaiah 46:10-11 NIV)
I just downloaded 1054 photos from my iPhone. After saving them to my computer, I deleted all of them from the phone. It felt good. A fresh start.
I’ve spent the last week taking a vacation from my vacation. Crazy I know, but it’s true. I came home with no agenda staring me down. Not much of anything to do besides unpack, do laundry and decide how I want to spend the month of August.
It’s still summer in my world. (Some people are thinking about school, but I’m past that season.) I pulled out a couple of books from my stack to help guide my pursuits this month. I am on a spiritual quest to spice up my love life with God.
My friend, Lynn Morrissey gave me Spiritual Rhythm for my birthday. In it the author, Mark Buchanan, explains that our souls go through seasons, just like a year. When I pondered which season my soul might be experiencing, I wrote one word in my journal:
Many books have been written about particular seasons of the soul, but what about the “season” when you feel like summer is ending and fall is already beginning. Like when you see a yellow leaf flutter to the verdant ground near the spot you claimed for a day of solitude. Not wanting to let go of life as I have known it, yet not wanting to embrace the new season fully either.
So what will I do while I am between? I will begin again. Empty the album on my iPhone. Dream about the new month ahead. Take time to ponder this in-between season of my soul.
Rent a kayak at our local park and bask in the lingering rays of summer.
Spend a half day journaling and painting at “my” botanical garden.
Take morning walks looking for inspiration to make art, to create stories, and to enjoy life.
For now, I live in the shadow of certainty . . . that place where seasons transition and God is present.
Linking with Random Journal Day! (I took a lot of liberty this month, no random journal entry, just a post including an honorable mention of my faithful companion and using this post as a means to process life now. Aha! Blog posing as journal! And also doubling as a mini photo album. Tee hee!)