Fourth Sunday of Lent.
Yeah, that Lenten art book I bought with such good intentions? Unread.
The Scripture study I started a couple of Saturdays ago? Haven’t made it back.
Thinking a lot about seasons and cycles and how some things never change.
Decided to start reading through some old journals to help with a project I am working on.
Realized there in black and white that my themes stay constant.
Same ole songs, day in and out.
Was almost discouraged by that. The same things I hope to get better at or stop doing or start doing are there from months, even years ago. Sigh.
Decided to sit and sew for a little while. Let the silence still my mind.
Allowed the mindful repetition of threads turning into rows of pattern remind me that row after row, line after line, a story still takes shape.
Sometimes there are starts and stops and sidesteps. Sometimes there are repetitions.
Maybe there is a break in pattern and something interesting is sewn in. A contrast. Different color. Unique stitch.
Sometimes a mistake creeps in.
But like spring cycles back with its same ole flowers and crickets and fireflies, we still welcome it. We don’t expect something new from it…not really. We just want spring to be spring.
And those sunsets that mark the end of each day…sometimes they seem closer, brighter, dearer. Maybe it is not the sun, maybe it is the viewer.
So. Take stock of your life from time to time, but don’t look back too long.
See what there still is to do…so much!
And just begin again. And again. Until you realize all the same old words have shaped themselves into the story you want them to be.