I am learning constantly, and challenged daily to focus my body, heart, mind and soul to what is important, healthy and constructive in those short twenty-four hours. I've been rethinking too this idea that happiness is derived from specific achievements of art/children/health/work/beauty/relationships
- rather a life well lived (that is happy and full) is a way of being in the day present, intentional, flexible, ordered, incarnational and at peace, regardless of what gets done, what clothes fit, how often my babe wakes in the night, which seedlings grow, if a sketch is drawn, or blog is published or email finally replied. I have a tendency also to worry, over analyse, critique, plan - and yet I don't want to be defined or remembered by what I planned or worried about. I want to be defined by what I got done and the character I cultivated through it.
A farmer does not simply farm.
A mother does not simply mother.
An artist does not simply paint or draw.
A wife does not simply love and obey.
A cook does not simply chop, stir and spoon.
But each and all require - endlessly - love, compassion, creative-thinking, mediation, problem-solving, sacrifice, contemplation, rest, service, pleasure, kindness, planning, spontaneity, humour, mistake, forgiveness, trial and harvest.
And so I am now
fifty-six days a farmer
and also a mother-bear
cook and tree-
tender, night soother,
student and subject,
sower of seeds,
enfolded by Him,