The work has started on painting the barn. First is the scraping of the old, peeling paint. I hope the warm weather holds long enough for the actual painting! A few of my more delicate plants were touched by frost last night. Autumn is upon us.
These words arrived from a friend: “…when I attempt to be productive in the traditional sense, it seems as if I am hiding in busyness and running away from the heart of my being.” Her words struck me – yes! Because I am the caretaker of my elderly mother, some of my “busy-ness” cannot be avoided. But there are tasks I do that others could do just as well, if not better than I, and those I am in the process of releasing.
Like my friend, I wish to devote more time to contemplation, and to writing. Early autumn always feels like a slowing down time for me, before the Thanksgiving and holiday rush and visitors. Already I sense the busy-ness of the approaching holidays, as I help plan for the community’s multifaith Thanksgiving service.
On the walls of the barn, the old is being scraped away, in preparation for the new paint. What else is awaiting release and renewal?