The Monday sun is scootching its way a little higher in the sky and I am urging myself a little further into the day. The daily tasks and weekly work are making patterns in the rhythm of our world and we are doing our best to follow their trail. Fall is no longer a whispered rumor. It has made itself known and our only choice is to familiarize ourself with its personality.
I want to sleep until the sunlight hits our eyes. I want to drink my coffee slow and leisurely, kept warm under the soft white comforter. I want the tempo to be turned down a few notches and I want the night to wait a few more hours. But Autumn won’t seem to cooperate. Dark early mornings. Quick movement between here and there. Unfinished chores and weeks stretching out long. Everyone seems to be marching to the driving drumbeat of a routine that exhausts, and there is no way to go but forward.
March. March. Work. Work. Achieve. Accomplish. Complete. Move. March. March. Work. Work.
So forward I go, but a little defiantly. If I must march I will, but I won’t be driven by the schedule that beckons be from task to task to task to task. My steps will be taken, but the pattern I’m moving to has a different voice.
Come. Watch. Learn. Listen. Step. Step. Smile. Rest. Savor. Step. Savor. Step.
The lilting rhythm draws me in, coaxes me forward. It doesn’t yell orders or scream threats. It offers, it doesn’t take. It grants joy rather than induces panic.
It is a mantra, not a regime.
In a season that is defined primarily by busy schedules and packed agendas and planners overflowing with things to do, I decide to go against the grain. For the sake of my own sanity. For the hope that I will have more to experience than frenzy and chaos. For the chance that I can arrive at the end of the season without being depleted and burnt out. I jot down a few phrases, several words that I want to be the force behind my movement.
- But first, Love. (Fiercely. Deeply. Generously. Outrageously.)
- I am not the main character.
- Operate out of Abundance (not scarcity)
- Learn to Love What Must Be Done
- Leisure Intentionally
- Give me a heart of flesh
My hope is to spend the rest of September unpacking my mantras for you. Well, mostly for me. But if you can benefit from them too I will be glad to have you join me here as I share what they mean to me. Maybe you too might want to create your own mantra that will guide you through the months to come.
The pounding drum urges the frenzy forward. March. Hurry. Hustle. Achieve. Do. More.
I nestle under the covers a few minutes longer, coffee in hand, deep breaths filling my lungs.
Slow. Steady. Savor. Smile. Step. Step. Onward. Upward.