I have spent the last two weeks settling into a new pattern. After fourteen years I am no longer coaching gymnastics. It was an extremely hard decision to make but I have been amazed at how even breathing seems to feel different now. I feel like I have all the time and space in the world to be good at whatever I am doing. I am extremely grateful that the manager of the gym was very gracious and understanding when I told her that I couldn't work there anymore. Of course, I can't completely leave and am still heading down there once a week to take a class for myself (something I have not been able to do for almost three years now).
This summer I am going to do everything I have been putting off for so long. I have high hopes. The boxes that never got unpacked when I moved to Ukiah, finally organizing the library, filing papers, playing guitar, walking, hiking, camping, a trip to Scotland, and who knows what else.
The "contemporary reading" two weeks ago was about God's design for rest: sabbath, sabbath year, and jubilee. I find it difficult to rest in small portions and am finding that I am long overdue to let this part of my life lie fallow. I hope that some day I can take it up again but for now I am hoping that I can replace some of that time and energy with a restful spiritual practice.
