The Deep Breath Before the Plunge
I feel like I’ve been very quiet around here for awhile.
Oh, sure, there have been things going on. We had our Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series, and some fun Irish giveaways. And I’ve had some posts at The Better Mom and Intentional by Grace. But I feel like its been a long time since I’ve really…written.
You might not know it, but we are preparing for an extended time in the States. We leave in just over 3 weeks for several months in America.
I’ve put off really thinking about/preparing for this time away because, quite frankly, it stressed (stresses) me out. Don’t get me wrong, there are loads of things I’m really looking forward to doing/seeing while we are there. But there’s a lot to do to get ready to be gone from “home” for so long…
I say “home” because when you’ve lived away from your place-of-birth-home for as long as we have, you sort feel as though you have many homes. You have the home of your childhood. The place where the foundation was laid for you to become you.
You have the other places you’ve lived before; invested time, love, energy; the places your children were born. Our children share different birth places than us parentals, so their “first home” is different.
I keep thinking of the scene from the film, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Pippin and Gandalf are in Gondor preparing for the final battle to begin. The stand on a balcony overlooking a darkened city.
“It’s so quiet.” Pippin notes.
“‘Tis the deep breath before the plunge.” Gandalf replies, eyes fixed on the horizon.
I feel like I’m in the midst of our own deep breath. Granted, this little jaunt across the sea we are preparing for is nowhere near the apocalyptic battle Gandalf and Pippin faced.
It is, however, something quite a bit bigger than ourselves. Something that must be done… cannot be avoided…something we know will have highs and lows. Something we both can’t wait to do…and wish we could do and simultaneously stay here.
So, I thank you now for your patience and understanding in the coming weeks. Usually when I am stressed or worried or super excited (which I am all those things and more) writing is one of the biggest outlets for me. Its during those times when some of my best work pours forth from my heart.
However, the fact that the words are not there – that there is a wall preventing the story and heart from flowing forth – is a signal that perhaps the stress is more than I am aware. It tells me I must tread carefully.
So my priorities in these coming weeks will be hugging my kids, drinking tea with friends, going for walks, and concentrated time in the Word with my God. Those are the things that will anchor me in this time of change, upheaval, adventure. I look forward to when the words pour forth again…for I feel writing is a part of who I am.
In the mean time I’ll hold my breath, preparing for the plunge to the waters of adventure and change. Are you along for the ride?