butternut squash soup
I've been feeling a bit weepy and moody this week, just wanting to curl up into myself. It's easy for me to find myself in here when I'm extra-tired and feeling pulled in too many directions, which has been the case as of late. When I feel the most overwhelmed and tired, taking time to rest and replenish usually falls way down on my list of things to do. Somehow, doing the dishes or vacuuming or catching up on correspondence always seems to happen first and then I just collapse from exhaustion without finding a few quiet moments to just be.
But this week, I've been thinking a lot about what this wise soul said about raising kids - that we can't give our children what we don't have and that finding time to rest and to invite creativity into our lives are a crucial part of it all. Because I know that I don't want to teach my daughter that taking care of herself isn't a valid priority through my refusal to simply slow down.
So, this week, I spent some time in my jewelry studio hammering metal and teaching myself a thing or two. As I played, I felt the pressure creep in - to get back into production mode so I can reopen my shop. And then I stopped and reminded myself that right now, this time at the workbench is just about play. And suddenly, I had dozens of ideas of things I wanted to make - this after months of feeling rather stuck. It felt good.
And this afternoon, while Thea slept for an unprecedented hour and a half, I chopped and simmered and stirred a most delicious soup. I felt grateful for the quiet when I could simply focus on the heft of my knife and the way the vegetables felt in my hands and the smells rising from the pot. And then it didn't feel much like work - it felt more like a salve for my tired spirit.
Welcome to the weekend. I hope you find a few moments to just rest, to just be.