Sacred Space #sol22

We are a T-2 today. I’ve started to dream about school and wake up thinking about the things I need to prepare. I spent the morning making an outline for our new teacher day, a new coaching menu, and reviewing my notes from my two weeks at Teachers’ College. Those things might help me get ready for school, but the essence is so much deeper.

Usually at this time of the year, I’m disappointed by what I haven’t accomplished during the summer. The books remaining in my TBR stack, the drawers or boxes I haven’t cleaned out, the fitness I haven’t accomplished. This year I want to turn that thinking. What have I brought back with my from my summer this year?

As of today, I have read sixty five books in the last seven weeks. Some of them were picture books, some were adult fiction, some were sloggy professional text. All of them will come with me into conversations over the next months. I’ll read some with children. I’ll loan some to teachers. I’ll remember the spirit of others and bring that to my daily practice. Those books will be the hull of my craft as I sail through the next year.

I spent a week with one of my sons and my husband, unplugged. We read. We cooked. We walked. We sat. We soaked in the sun. We didn’t worry about anything, not one thing. I collected shells. I walked my dogs. I existed in a 700 square foot house. I didn’t worry about what time it was or my to-do list. Some lessons from there. I can read more, if I screen less. I don’t need as much as I think I do. Everything will get done in its own time. Those ideas will be the rudder as I navigate the next months.

I spent time on housekeeping. Dusting. Clearing out things. Organizing my pantry, my drawers, my refrigerator, my office. Washing windows. Watering plants. Those little jobs are so satisfying. Accomplishments so highly visible. I’m going to help myself and others steer through small jobs while considering bigger ones over the next months.

I went to the farmer’s market and savored the fresh fruits and vegetables of the season. I didn’t worry that my garden was a victim of this year’s drought. I ate peaches when they were in season and strawberries ripened in the sun. I grilled corn, sliced tomatoes, and waited patiently for blueberry season. I shared my blueberry bush with those critters who live nearby and didn’t worry about it at all. Everything has a season and we should enjoy the seasons and moments as they come. I’ll carry that with me as my compass for the next months.

I spent a lot of time alone. Thinking and not thinking. Busy and not busy at all. Full of purpose and at loose ends. I’m good company. Over the next months, I’ll spend a lot of time with other people, talking, planning, working, but I’ll keep some time each day for me. Time for purpose and time for rest.

I observed. I watched out the windows. Local wildlife, wildflowers, the ocean, the sky, the clouds, the stars. I spent a lot of time marveling over how many wonderful things there are to see if you look. I’ll be looking at other things perhaps in the next months. I’ll be sure to appreciate the things I see and perhaps point those things out to others as well.

I’ll bring my summer self into my school year life. That’s what I want to keep sacred. That carefree summer self.


3 thoughts on “Sacred Space #sol22

  1. I love that what’s sacred you are committing to carry with you all year long. I relate to the disappointment that the end of summer typically brings and the way that we can choose to pivot the thinking. I appreciate your take on that. My favorite lines were the ones that described the “little jobs” with little sentences: “Dusting. Clearing out things. Organizing my pantry, my drawers, my refrigerator, my office. Washing windows. Watering plants.” As satisfying as the job, I love a good incomplete sentence list!

  2. I am so impressed that you’ve read 60 books in the past seven weeks! I’ve only read 37 books so far this year. Clearly, I’m behind!

    You had a productive summer. It’s hard to see it end, but alas, September is upon us.

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