“To everything there is a season.”
So says Ecclesiastes, but I
always hear Pete Seeger’s lyrics that became an international hit when sung by
the Byrds in 1965, “To everything turn,
turn, turn….”
We all have our own seasons. Yet,
so often we are not able to honor them. Real life--our jobs, responsibilities
and obligations—can dictate our lives for us. Still, we know when our internal
seasons are changing; we feel it in every cell of our beings, and if we are not
consciously aware, our lives and bodies show us.
A year ago I began to experience a
shift in my own internal seasons and was not able to honor them, which was not
good for me. After a year of trying to create an opportunity to rectify that (and
the long journey it was to get it
approved), I have begun my own attempt at honoring my seasons; a two month
break. I am calling it a sabbatical of my own making; I have had my season of
planting for 25 years, and now it is time to reap. “There is a season, turn, turn, turn…”
I have
goals for this time away from my job: enjoy more relaxed time with my kids,
work on projects, write, and just “be” at a slower pace than is my normal life.
But I realized Monday that letting go and slowing down is going to be a
process; a downshifting. I spent two days completing and finalizing my workbook
(a Timeless Waters companion of
sorts, helping us better understand the various levels through which we create
our own realities). I’ve cleaned out drawers, cleaned carpet, and organized my
creative work space. Slowing down yes, but still moving at 90 miles an hour!
But what I
want most out of this time is clarity. I seek the mental space to consider
where I have been, what I have accomplished and what I have valued most in my
life and endeavors over the past 25 years. What metaphorical drawers of the way
I have been living need to be cleaned out? And if I had the chance to
consciously fill the drawers of my life with something new, what would that be?
This may be
quite ambitious; particularly for a woman who has only just begun the process
of trying to release the knots of life. I also know the kind of clarity I seek may
take far more time than I have off. But
I am determined. Determined to establish a life that allows me to honor my
seasons, and determined to consciously create more of what fills my “drawers,”
my time, my mind, and my heart.
May we all honor our seasons,
Sheryl
