Monday Musing: Ebb and Flow

Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. ~Neil Gaimin | Musings on Ebb and Flow via DakotaMidnyght.com

Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.
~Neil Gaimin

I’m thinking about ebb and flow and the fullness of time and the absence of it. I think we tend to regret lack of time, but rarely seem to celebrate its abundance. This seems sad to me.

It is not that I think I am somehow immune to this – oh no! I fill my minutes and seconds up with things – sometimes with useless time wasters – just like anyone else does. I’ve lamented over the past few months that I’m no longer sure if I know how to not be busy (ie: stressed out) anymore. It’s not that I’m addicted to the feeling, but I think I’m addicted to the pace, to the speed, to the constant momentum. I do not know how to lay fallow and peaceful any more. If I am idle, it is a fretful idle that makes me jumpy and irritable.

I know this must change, and so I will change it, although I don’t know yet how I will make that happen.

I’m transitioning my attention from business class work (although it will stay in the back of my mind) to getting ready for my February art show. I’ve planned a few pieces, but nearly everything has yet to be made. I am terrible at working on multiple large projects at once. Classes are over. Now it’s time to begin. Endings. Beginnings. Ebbing around to flow strongly.

This past week the last blossoms of summer flaked away onto the frost-slicked ground. Every morning I wake up to tendrils of white – but not enough, I’m still waiting for a good snowfall that sticks. The nip and quick caress of winter air in the morning (Munchkin still insists on riding his bike to school) makes me want to cradle endless cups of warm coffee or tea in my cold-soaked fingers, to nestle down into soft quilts and hibernate. Winter is, paradoxically, the time I feel most sluggish but I think I also accomplish more. I don’t know if this is a purely a function of 8 months of cold weather outweighing 4 months of warmth (and therefore accounting for twice as much work) or purely my imagination.

In a way, it is of no consequence. What is needful gets done. The flow of summer has swept me around to the ebb of winter.

Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. ~Neil Gaimin | Musings on Ebb and Flow via DakotaMidnyght.comThings blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. ~Neil Gaimin | Musings on Ebb and Flow via DakotaMidnyght.comThings blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. ~Neil Gaimin | Musings on Ebb and Flow via DakotaMidnyght.com

 

4 thoughts on “Monday Musing: Ebb and Flow

  1. The change of seasons is always thought-provoking for me too. I’m so excited to hear about your upcoming art show. And if you are looking for some downtime, I hope you get that too :).

    1. I do hope for some downtime… we’ll see if I get it. *laugh* You know exactly what it’s like – pursuing a dream while managing a house and kids!

  2. This reads like poetry, Dakota. I feel you wait for ‘a good snowfall that sticks’ maybe because your mind reads it like an empty canvas! All yours to play.Also, ‘eureka’ in all its history OCCURRED when body was in a relaxed state. You keep so busy, relaxed must equal sluggish. And there is this rather (VERY) notorious fifteenth century fellow but he said right,” let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.”
    Plenty of Java and eureka to you,friend. Cheers!

    1. Yes, I think that’s it exactly. Even though I know relaxing and laziness are not the same thing at all, I still tend to feel they are. And yes… coffee!!! Thank you!

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