Embracing a Slower Rhythm This Winter

The end of my winter break is almost here. While I am looking forward to getting back into a routine and finding some “normalcy,” I have thoroughly enjoyed the last two weeks of having no schedule, no routines, no work, no deadlines. This break I was very intentional about slowing down and taking time to do the things that bring me joy. Even though the morning alarm was turned off, I still found myself up early before anyone else in the house was awake. I love quiet mornings with coffee and stillness. I read the days away…finishing three books during my time off. I decluttered and organized (that may not sound fun or relaxing to some, but for me it is freeing). I played records (yes, vinyl) and truly slowed to listen to songs that just hit differently from the record player. I got my camera out (had to clear the dust and charge the batteries) and just snapped little moments that made me smile.

This morning I took the camera outside just to try and capture a few moments of my favorite part of the day. I love the soft light of the sky when the darkness clears but the sun has not risen and taken over just yet. The world is quiet and slow and I find so much peace at this time of day. The coffee has kicked in, but the demands of the day are still at bay. No one is up and moving to need anything from me yet (except my very demanding dog) and the time and space are all mine. When I stepped out into the front yard, my first thought was that I would just snap a few shots to re-acquaint myself with my camera, not expecting to find much to shoot in my little piece of the neighborhood.

What I found was so much beauty. Beauty in dormant trees and gray skies. Beauty in bare branches covered in a thin layer of frost. I found that there is beauty in this time of year when things slow down to rest and renew. Yes, of course in spring when everything begins to bloom and grow, there is so much beauty to be found. But I really appreciate this season of dormancy and stillness. I think we could all learn a lot from the rhythm of nature. I know for me that I need to learn to slow down and embrace and easier pace. I have to let go of the notion that if I am not busy than I am not productive. Nature slows down and uses this season to prepare for renewal in a few months. I need to give myself permission to do the same. I do not have to be “doing” something all the time…it is okay to find a new rhythm that is slower. There is no shame or “laziness” in slowing and renewing. And I am worthy of taking on a new rhythm during this season. It’s what my body needs. It’s what my soul needs. I believe its what the world needs. I hope that you can find some peace and joy in the stillness that this season brings. Find something that feeds your soul and sit with it today.

Change of Season

Today brought us the surprise of our first snowfall of the season. I love the feeling of childlike excitement that snow brings. I am a summer lover. I enjoy hot, lazy days by the pool. I love the blue skies and sunny days. But when winter rolls around, I find that I also love the chill in the air, cold mornings by the fire, and light snowflakes that float in the air.

I don’t think that I can pick a favorite season. There is so much newness and promise on the first warm(ish) day of spring. Watching flowers bloom and planting seeds in the ground with the hope and promise of harvest is a hard feeling to beat. And then there are the days where summer slowly gives way to cool nights, crunchy leaves and the first frost. No, I don’t have a favorite season. What I love most about each and all of them is the change. The surrender of one to the next. It’s a given every year, yet each time the seasons change, I feel excited. Almost relieved for the change.

My family and I are walking through an incredibly difficult season right now. We are weary. We are sad. Our hearts are heavy. The road ahead is not one that we want to travel, and the journey seems endless. But here’s the thing….it’s just a season, and seasons bring the promise of change. We will walk through each day of this season with the promise of renewal and growth and change. But we will also cherish each day of the season we are in – even though somedays we don’t know how. I pray that we are able to find the beauty in these days, even as our hearts are breaking. Because there truly is beauty in every season.

While may some may only see today’s unexpected snowfall as a nuisance, I am so thankful for it. Today’s winter surprise was such a gift to me. The season we are in is hard…but there is still beauty in it. I just need to really look for it and appreciate it. I need to stop wishing and begging for change, but rather accept the place that God has for me right now and take it in, knowing that change will come and there will be beauty in that next season too.

Thank you Teddy

I’ve adopted these words as my motto as I navigate this season. Last Tuesday I was told teddythat as a district we would begin online teaching/distance learning/teaching from home on that Thursday. Thirty-six hours to wrap my head around teaching my curriculum to sixty-four students in a way that I had never done before. I went into overdrive and spent some much energy trying to figure it all out that I pretty much accomplished nothing. At the beginning of every school year I make a promise to myself to do all that I can for each and every one of my students for the 180 days that I have them. And here I have been told to “teach” them from behind a computer screen. I have worked twice as many hours a day since we have been closed then I normally do when we are “in school.” I have not slept a full night. I have worried myself sick. I have eaten a whole lot of comfort food (why can’t I be the kind of worrier who can’t eat…?).

Today, I am having to slow down, take some deep breaths and accept the fact that the remaining time with my kiddos this year is just going to be different. That doesn’t mean it is “worse” – just different. And all I can do is what I can do with what I have right now. I won’t be able to share the laughs and high-fives, but I can send messages letting them know I’m here. I won’t be able to read the books to them that I had planned – with all the voices and animation, but I can record myself reading some of the stories and send them with love. All that I do is what I can, with what I have, right here where I am. And I hope that my kids know that it’s all for them! I encourage everyone reading this to do all that you can for those around you and help them through this season of panic and fear.

Much love