Juggling life

One of my faves from Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson
One of my faves from Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson

I was graced one morning recently with a solitary leaf waiting for me on my picnic table.  No fanfare when it floated silently from its arboreal perch announcing, in the only way it could, the inevitability of autumn. 

Ahhhh! Autumn!  Probably my favorite of all seasons, and one of the many reasons I love living in the Midwest.  Summer here is the growing season, tending the crops through the challenging heat and sweat and too little or too much rain.  (Too much this year, BTW, just saying, in case you notice a price increase in all things wheat and corn…)

Now, however, we can anticipate beautiful trees, cooler temps, and the final big harvest before the dormant season kicks in.  The nights get longer, its own way of saying it’s time to rest more after a hard season of work.  And it’s time for the trees to shed their leaves, as they too must rest from the labor of growth in preparation for another season next spring. 

Rest—there’s word replete with emotion.  Many in our culture consider rest a type of failure, as if my busyness makes me more important; if I’m not stressed then I’m not working hard enough and you won’t respect me or think I’m important.  “I’m a busy person” is equated with “I’m an important person”.   To quote a famous busy man:

BAH HUMBUG!

If God thought it important enough to institute such at the dawn of history, then a day of rest must be worth considering.  Of course, we’re more advanced and sophisticated than our forebears, (being somehow linked with an increase in wisdom as well.)  In the 1960’s, my mother stayed  home to merely keep house, take care of two children, and cook (real) food for the family.  And be “room mother” at school.  And help me with Girl Scouts.  And….and then, in the 1980’s we were told that mom had wasted her true gifts, as women besought to fulfill their potential in the market place.  Here we are in the 21st century, and few women who value what my mom did can even afford to do it. 

 And not only are there too many things TO do, there are endless things we CAN do.  This paragraph is being written in a big bookstore, and this title has caught my eye: Kick-Ass 3.  Because, that needs to be read.  We are distracted from what’s really important (you know, like blogging :) by our rush to relax.  (And I just overheard this comment from the kid behind the counter: “Yeah, as if I don’t have anything else to do, right?”)

Seems kinda silly, when even the big oak trees have a season of dormancy.  Alas, we humans must remain relevant to the brink of sacrificing our health and humanity on the altar of productivity. 

So I add my drop into the ocean of advice for my generation and those that follow: find strategies to slow down, contemplate, and relate with people, r-e-a-l people.  And yourself. And most of all—your Creator.  That whole “be still and know that I am God” thing.  Warning: it will really mess up your schedule.

This post is a bit of a scattering of thoughts.  Sorry about that…maybe I need a break too!  Not to worry.  The big cardboard Millennial Falcon hanging from the bookstore’s ceiling reminds me that we have something to look forward to this winter.  I’m sure that will be a nice, restful experience.

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Author: dawnlizjones

Tends toward TMI, so here's the short list: guitar and banjo (both of which have been much neglected as of late), bicycling (ibid), dogs, very black tea, and contemplating and commenting on deep philosophical thoughts about which I have had no academic or professional training. Oh, also reading, writing, but I shy away from arithmetic.

16 thoughts on “Juggling life”

  1. Dawn, I sort of, semi, in my own way wrote about this last night because I didn’t have TIME to write what I really wanted. Well, I did have time but my eyes were involuntarily closing so I thought I’d better get to bed. I’m in a “busy” season, but in no way want that to be a lifestyle. If you’ve not read “The Rest of God” by Mark Buchanan, I suggest it. It affirms what you’ve just posted and it is a wonderful read.

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  2. Hi Dawn,
    Thanks for your post. I certainly need to pay heed. I feel I am on the go all the time lately, not because I feel it makes me important but because of a personal situation where I get little support from my siblings. Once full-time job and part-time duty is done, I want to have some me time doing what I love to do (write), otherwise I feel I am just fulfilling demands for others. Hence I set up a blog recently (thanks for dropping by).
    I liked the following extract: “sacrificing our health and humanity on the altar of productivity”. Thanks for reminding us to slow down and rest a while.

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      1. Not yet. I hope to eventually. Just wondering how to fit in, keep the blog and other commitments going. Especially since the very next morning after reading your post, I happened to read another on the same subject. I feel the Lord is warning me so I want to pay heed. Have a blessed day.

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  3. Thanks, Dawn.
    God has me in a season of rest. It feels like I’ve been here for awhile, and it’s hard not to feel guilty about that – the pressure that I should be doing more. But I must say I really am enjoying this slower pace!

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  4. I love the post. I would add that we do need to find a way to better relate with all people, and especially with our Creator, God. Who cares if it messes with our schedule, we just have to adopt a new one to replace it. Priorities are more important! Steve

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