It's been hard to get to this space lately. In those days of round-the-clock nursing in Silas' first year I had ample time to sit in our nest of pillows and blankets and read or let my mind wander. Most of my posts were pretty much composed in my mind before I ever sat down in front of the keyboard. But this past year, when we transitioned down to just a single nap a day, I find that my time for reflection is lacking. When I'm able to steal a half hour of computer time, I stare at the screen blankly not knowing just what it is that I want to say.
Rhythm has been on my mind. Finding it. Living it. There is a noticeable difference in our harmony when we are able to make a simple plan for the day, the week, and to follow it. We've got the anchors down. Sleep times and meal times are regular, planned, and for the most part, sacrosanct. It's easier for me that way, but more importantly, Silas is happier. I've neglected, however, to find space in that rhythm for me and for reflection.
We had a wonderfully positive and productive day earlier this week. Not only did I get laundry done and dishes done, but bread was also baked and apple butter was made. I've been holding my resolution word for the year -- renew -- close to my heart, focusing these first months on building community and trying to find my way back to the path to sustainable eating that I had started down. One of the results of such an effort being a bulk order of apples. As I chopped and endlessly stirred them in the pot, I thought back to my very first post on this here blog, almost three and a half years ago. So much has changed since then, and yet, I face some of the very same hurdles and challenges. Change is a long process, isn't it? But so very worth the effort.