I haven’t had a chance to write in a LONG time.
It’s not that my mind hasn’t been buzzing with things to write about – it has. However, getting those thoughts down on ‘paper’ is what has been difficult. With my kids off for the summer, I have been focusing more on family time and togetherness and less on myself which, let me tell you, is a welcomed relief and mostly a good thing.
Usually, my own thoughts about myself, my life, my ‘issues’, my destiny are like constant raindrops making their way through a waterlogged leaky roof – annoying, relentless and impossible to ignore. However, with the distraction of my kids, our gorgeous new deck that we’ve been living on, and my lack of alone time, I’ve had only moments of deep self reflection that have quickly been swept up in the activity of the moment. I’ve been so swept up in fact, that I missed my blog’s TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY! It was not intentional AT ALL, however I think it speaks volumes to where I am another year later.
As I sat to write this post, one thought kept occurring to me: though I have been trying, at times desperately, to find serenity and fulfillment in the ordinary things of life, there is one thing that I have definitely learned about life this last year – life is anything BUT ordinary! It is complex, difficult, painful, trying, beautiful, stunning, confusing. Everyday there are new challenges, new hurts, new struggles. Pain has no prejudice or favourites. All the more reason to pay attention to the little, ordinary things and enjoy them. You may be surrounded by a downpour but there are simple graces and mini miracles that offer a kind of protection from the storm. They can canopy over you making the storm a little less potent, powerful and overwhelming.
It’s not always easy to see the beauty in the ordinary or feel the wonder in the mundane. In my own life, the downpour is sometimes ALL I can see, and unknowingly I become sopping wet, miserable, and pruney. However, when I AM stuck in the rain I consciously make a choice to reach for that umbrella of hope; my daughter’s smile, my son’s arm around my neck, my husband’s hand in mine. And though it’s still raining, I am no longer alone and can see hope on the horizon.
Becoming Ordinary: Year 2!! Day 14