Friday, May 3, 2019

In the Midst of Being Still


Graduations and summer are just around the corner but nothing has me looking to the future quite like my recent injury—my horse accidentally stepped on my leg.
 

The girls were spearheading their largest fundraiser to date. It was a split event with a gymnastic mock meet inside the facility and a fundraising fair outside.

Instead of elevating my leg, I trudged onward. And yet, I would have forced my little gymnast to lay down and take it easy but as a mother of three, the show must go on. My saintly mother-in-law flew in to help with our massive undertaking but even with her, I spent far too many hours on my feet.

By Saturday afternoon, my leg quit working altogether. Swollen twice its normal size—with a beautiful array of blue, black and purple coloring—I was forced to sit. Damon called in a work favor and here I am with my leg in a compression sleeve and crutches within arm’s reach. Until the MRI is read I’m going to pretend the hematoma will miraculously shrivel to nothing and that the torn calf muscle is just a sprain.
We have fifty chickens, four dogs and two horses. The daily chores of collecting eggs and shoveling horse manure aren’t exactly conducive to sitting—or crutches.

But in the midst of the chaos, I’ve been forced learned a few things.

One, my children are naturally kind and genuinely want to pitch in and take care of their mother.
Two, it’s okay to let go. I like a clean house and a clean paddock. Physically, I can’t keep up with either. The kids already have their list of chores, homework and practice (gymnastic, mock trial and instruments).
Three, there’s beauty in being still. I love to streamline—I love efficiency. There’s always a quicker or more productive way to accomplish tasks.
Yes, even writing. My brain does a happy dance every time I find a more efficient way to do something. But sometimes, I forget there’s also merit in doing nothing.

With summer just around the corner, take a moment to put down the computer or the pen and just be. Who knows, maybe your next novel will bubble up in the midst of being still.