These days, Mr. S. and I call a college town and its sister our community. Now that most students have vanished, to hometowns and summer internships and study abroad trips, things are different.
Slower. Calmer. Emptier. The flood is over and the sea is free of waves.
I noticed this en route to a coffee shop this morning. Parking was plentiful and there was no line for the drip Guatemalan blend. A dozen outlets waited for my MacBook cord, and I even stole an extra chair for my bag.
In the middle of all of life’s chaos, we often say we crave solitude, don’t we? We say we crave calm. We say we seek placidity. We say we just want things to slow down.
And when it’s there . . . when the calm is present, the sky is clear and the air is fresh . . . maybe I just speak for myself, but what an unexpected note of empty.
And I hope I haven’t sought out space for no good reason. I don’t want this rest to be hollow. Bottom line? If calm arrives, I want it to be a fruitful calm.
We seek a peace in which I can rest and grow. I want to use this season to prep my soul and my heart for what is to come.
I want to sip slowly and savor life’s bites. To pore over instead of skimming. To breathe deeply, banish the shallow.
Back in January, I chose connect for my word for 2012. So far this year, I’ve learned what dichotomy exists within connect . . .
On one end of connect, we ferociously network and shake hands and tweet-tweet-tweet and rarely blink.
On the other end of connect, it’s hands folded and eyes to the sky and seeking inward to read our hearts.
No surprise here: I live on the ferocious side of connect. It can be fruitful, in a way. But as summer approaches, I want to reach deeply towards the calmer side. Living an inspiration-driven life is seeking your purpose and pursuing it passionately and building an effervescently strong community. But it also means resting within the season.