I have a restless soul. I’m suspicious not everyone around me is inflicted with a restless soul. I mean the type of restless spirit that’s always looking to the next big thing, challenge, or event. A soul that feels like the next Big Thing will finally settle matters entirely. High school graduation. College. A fantabulous first job. Marriage. A promising career change. A kid. Another kid. New house. Big trip. PhD. Next Big Thing. And another Big Thing after that. And
I get frustrated with this restless soul of mine. I don’t like feeling compelled that I must always prove myself worthy against the next Big Thing. It’s tiresome to stride from mountain peak to mountain peak through life. My leg muscles get stretched and all charley-horsey. And yet still my soul urges onward.
It’s a gift, then, to restless souls like mine, to find oneself in a sheltered valley of child-raising years. It’s a stage of life where my mountain range is so stretched out that I couldn’t, even if I tried, straddle two peaks in a single stride. So I’m learning a subtly addictive new joy: the ordinary.
The Little Things are soothing my soul these days.
And Little One.
A pumpkin spice latte sipped on a drive across an interstate threaded into a patchwork quilt of fall leaves.
A baby cooing herself to sleep in afternoon dusk.
The liberation of driving alone to the grocery store.
A fragment of a poem that’s been running through my head for days.
A deluge of loosed yellow leaves that catches my eye as I change a diaper.
Snuggling into a blanket to watch a new favorite TV show.
A scrumptious butternut squash soup that I crave and miraculously have all the ingredients for in the pantry.
A caterpillar undulating across the sidewalk like a bristled, severed cat’s tail.
A handful of fresh sage.
Reclaiming a favorite necklace that had been “borrowed” and hidden by a small admirer.
Remembering what is is to be a child unleashed in a wide open field with only dandelions and violets as distractions.
A daughter who holds up a thumb sucked into prune-wrinkled oblivion for my inspection.
Oh dear restless soul of mine, there is so much extra-ordinary about the ordinary. Eat, drink, absorb, watch, and be satisfied. For this life, in all it’s extraordinariness, is what I can hold to my soul’s content.
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