A Time to Dance

It's that time of year when we've turned the corner and are heading back into light. But it's still pretty dark and dreary, especially when you suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I need a pick-me-up. So what say we hold another dance here at the church? Who's in?

Time Zips By!

It's hard to believe it's been a month since I last posted. Sorry about that! Life has a way of catching up with you and yanking you in directions you hadn't intended. I'm here, just a bit distracted.

We're approaching the end of the year, a time when people start thinking about goals and accomplishments. I try to avoid this in general. I'm not a big believer in setting goals, especially new year ones. To me, goal-setting is all about planning to be the person you want to be, whereas I prefer to just start being that person. For example, if you want to be a more patient person, just start being patient. Right now, in this moment. And then in the next moment, and the next. If you mess up, you start again and just be patient in that moment. You can start over as many times as you need to. No one is keeping count. All the little "now" moments add up to change. But if you sit back and set a goal and post it on your fridge and talk about it a lot, you may end up (to paraphrase Tagore) spending your days tuning your guitar but never actually singing the song you came to sing.

Winter, to me, is a time for reflection and quiet cocooning. People ask me what project we're going to do next on the church, and the only thing that comes to mind right now is: I'll be doing a lot of puzzles. Baking pumpkin bread. Curling up with a fuzzy blanket and a Jenny Colgan novel. Turning on the music and dancing in the sanctuary, maybe with a friend or two. Sipping peppermint tea while the steam fogs my glasses. Watching the snow bend the cedar branches. Being in the moment. And yes, playing my guitar.