Musing about rhythms leads me to name similar ideas, like cycles, habits, traditions, seasons, practices…
Maybe you have a neighbor who’s always first to decorate for Halloween….an uncle who lives for The World Series….a son who can’t wait for band practice to begin.
Maybe you live for Rosh Hashanah or Thanksgiving.
What enters your mind and heart when you consider words like rhythm and tradition?
Although I was led to this topic via a butternut squash vine in our compost pile, I understand this essay may elicit feelings, memories, expectations, and more.
You may feel light and joyous considering this or you may feel otherwise.
Please know I offer compassion if this topic takes you down an unexpected lane.
Be kind with your sweet self, and allow tears to flow, releasing pain tucked inside.
To zip east for my nephew’s Chasidic wedding, I’ve had the surprising chance to heal another layer of my core wound of belonging
What stirs your energy?
What cycles call your name?
Is it time to write down memories of a former tradition?
Is it time to re-start an abandoned seasonal practice?
Growing up, Sundays held a palpable rhythm – Sunday school, the delicatessen for lox and bagels, and lazy afternoons sharing the paper while long-playing records spun show tunes.
When my parents were both alive, living in Charlotte, NC, they loved annual, gastronomical events like the Mallard Creek Barbeque, the annual Greek Festival, and Taste of Concord, along with Sunday brunches at Bob Evans.
Life with Ben unfolds each moment, inspired by his deep connection to the natural world.
I love when he mentions a rhythm:
Lightning bugs come out the last week of May…we see Goldfinches when the Zinnia and Gloriosa Daisy flowers turn to seed…Swallows appear at 8 p.m. to swirl through the sky catching mosquitos…plant Morning Glory seeds where you’d like shade…we’ll start to see Starling *murmurations in November.
*flocks moving as one breathtaking wave to the ground and back up
May you lean into the rhythms of life to expand your joy!