Thursday, May 25, 2006

Rhythms

Willa's great post at Every Waking Hour reminded me of something from several years ago.

I was complaining to my confessor that my summer routine was sorely inadequate. Everything (or so it seemed on that dark day) that I fashioned, constructed and implemented during the school year was slowly dismantled through the days of summer. I whined that Atticus and I are both night owls by nature, but that when (post summer school) we indulged such inclinations during his weeks off, things such as our morning prayer routine suffered. I was looking for someone to blame ... if not Atticus, then I'd take the fall. I was sure I'd be told that our inexcusable sloth must be rectified and that we should strive for a more orderly and disciplined summer routine. Father questioned me:

"He's a teacher, right?"

"Yes."

"And so this happens every summer, right?"

"Yes."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said,

"Why don't you just accept the rhythms of your life?"

Huh?

Accept the rhythms? There's a concept. I was so intent on flogging myself for falling off the routine wagon that I couldn't see the obvious. There was a predictable, recurrring "routine" of seasons in our lives. Accept them as such? What a novel idea. What a sound idea. What a sane idea.

I let the idea mill around my summertime head for awhile. Slowly, the beauty of it began to permeate not only my view of summer but my entire outlook.

It's not as if we neglect our children, our home, and our duties in those languid days of July, I thought. It's not that we metamorphose into spiritual slugs, incapable of maintaining any contact with our Creator. It isn't that we don't have a routine ... we just have a different routine.

And so my acceptance of the rhythms of our life took root and began to flourish. The outlook spilled over into the entire year, and I accepted all kinds of rhythms:

The anticipation of September, sharp pencils, and plans

The rebirth of my energy in the fall

The slowing-down and waiting of Advent (made possible by observing the liturgical calendar, instead of trying to keep pace with the world, which is hurrying, hurrying through December)

The long winter read-alouds, snuggling, the blahs that are inevitable in February and the fact that dancing can obliterate the blahs

The rebirth of my energy in the spring

The "Happy to see you come, happy to see you go" feeling at the end of another school year

Our summer life


When we admit it, we know that we all live in that ebb and flow. Much as we would like to control our lives -- to find the perfect schedule and put it into practice -- there is nothing real about that. Life is ever-changing. Anyone (and this would be those of you currently breathing) who has aged a year knows it. Every age, each new stage of life, brings challenges, delights and overhauled routines. And the same is true of each week, month or season, depending on the circumstances of our lives and vocations. Teachers, farmers, tax accountants, work-at-home writers, caterers, retail managers, priests and pastors, mothers of new babies: they (we) live with certain rhythms and predictable-yet-ever-changing-and-unpredictable routines.

And, once I accepted that novel, sound and sane idea, I stopped complaining to my confessor.

(Correction: Lest it sound as if I'm now the perfect non-complaining, non-whining confessee, I need to add that I no longer complain about our rhythms. I've moved on to complaining about other things.)

And thanks again to Willa, for her beautiful post, which inspired me to reflect on these ideas.

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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

And let's not forget the week of You-Know-Whom.

The Bookworm said...

Thank you for this timely reminder Karen. We are out of routine and looking for a new rhythm - time to see this as a positive, not a negative. Note to self: take a leaf out of Karen's book and stop beating up self!

Willa said...

Wow, Karen, what a great post! I'm going keep it as a seasonal reflection. It was nice to have that liturgical and spiritual dimension brought out like that.

Karen Edmisten said...

Thanks, Bookworm and Willa ... Bookworm, you especially must not be hard on yourself with little Cherub on the way!

And Willa, you inspired the post. Thanks for all your thoughtful reflections.