I don’t really like blogging about the minute of daily life. I want my posts to be interesting and meaningful. Which is a great theory, but falls down when nothing much interesting and meaningful is happening in my life. The last few weeks have been… routine.
So the challenge is to try to find meaning and inspiration in the daily routines of life. The little ups and downs that no-one really wants to read about.
Miss Nine played a game involving a stick floating down a stream, and racing to catch it again at the bottom.
Sometimes the stick got caught in an eddy, and didn’t seem to make much progress, until eventually it swung back around (or got poked) and caught the current again.
Some people talk about being in a rut. Or being like that stick in the eddy, needing to be poked to get moving again. But I don’t believe that’s where my life is. It’s more like just being in deep slow water. I’m still moving forward, but there’s not much to see on the surface. A season to relax and brace myself for whatever rapids are ahead.