day 10, 11, 12 // liturgy of the little things (2023)
Here we are entering another week of this communal practice, and I’m learning so much about how my rhythms are different from one platform to the next. For some reason, I can do my daily #liturgyofthelittlethings Instagram posts on the go, but writing here (even though the words are essentially the same) requires a different pace. It requires my body in a chair in front of computer, all my fingers engaged (not just my thumb). And I think that’s one of the reasons I like it here—the invitation to slow a little.
But…it has also meant that I’ve had to go gently with myself on full days I fail to post. To be honest I felt a little bad about bunching several days together. Again. But then I realized: What an opportunity to be human myself. To remember we don’t engage in this practice of noticing to cross a to-do off a list, but to dig our fingers down into the dirt of our actual lives. And if we were too “in it” to share words online? Shoot. That’s a good thing. A very good thing.
With all that said, here’s a little snapshot of the goodness I have noticed in the last few days. And as always, feel free to share some goodness of your own.
day 10
“Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.” — Katherine May, Wintering
day 11
There was something really freeing about winterizing the outside of our home today. I felt like those brown squirrels I’ve been seeing out beneath the oak tree, readying themselves for the cold months by grabbing acorns and burying them beneath the mulch. It’s as if my mind and body nodded in unison, “Okay, winter, you can come now. It’s your turn.”
day 12
I took this picture on my drive home from Supper Club tonight—full on two helpings of Kathleen’s killer baked ziti, full on good conversation. “Grateful” does not feel like a full-enough word.