Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I actually want. If you look at my day-to-day existence, I thrive on a schedule. I schedule time for work and play and my calendar is often booked weeks in advance with little wiggle room. I love this pace, or so I think...
But, weekends like this one, where I leave my life and go away, with no schedule, no agenda, no plan; I somehow feel more like myself. I have space...to think, breathe, laugh, reflect, walk, pray. To hear the whisper of God's voice in a way that seems foreign these days.
Days spent going for long walks, reading my new love (Jasper Fforde), rocking babies, helping with meals, cleaning up and sitting around and talking are full and rich.
Do I need to move? To find a place where life is just slower, time more fluid? Or, is it possible to create tiny pockets of space every week? Space with no agenda, space to just be.
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