Friday, October 16, 2015

Holy Instincts, Autumn 2015

Go ahead and give in. It's that time of year. Actually, the urge strikes many of us twice a year, in spring and in autumn. Something about the weather changing, probably. We get these little urges. We find ourselves gravitating toward old behaviors, those practiced by mothers and fathers and great-grandparents before us.

We feel the need to clean things and to clean out things: cupboards, drawers, closets, garages, rooms, gardens, back yards. In the spring we clean to make room for summer's activity and growth. This time of year, in the autumn, we clean to eliminate the clutter of all that summer accomplished.

May we remember that we are creatures, tied to this earth through our chemistry and memory. As much as our minds and interior worlds churn away to create esoteric systems of thought and religion, our bodies sense the change of temperature and season and move us to do the work necessary for riding our little island home in its murmuring galaxy, through time and atmosphere.

And so I make many lists of tasks to complete before the winter holidays. There are home repairs and the clearing of flowerbeds and vegetable garden; there's putting away the summer items, also pulling out the winter clothing and the heavier bedding. Every bit of dust and grease seems to show more precisely in the clear air of October, the gusty winds revealing my laxity at home keeping. When did I last dust every item in Grandmother's china cupboard? How did the silverware drawer become so icky? Exactly how many second-hand paperbacks have accumulated on that over-laden shelf?

But the instincts dive deeper. What shall I do with the rest of my life? What goals have I allowed to languish through evenings of watching too much television? What qualities of character are important to me and need to be helped along by, perhaps, a new practice of prayer or charitable work? With whom should I spend more time, and whose needs might be calling upon my gifts, if I can unclutter myself enough to notice?

What creative work is waiting to be accomplished? Can I write more regularly, learn a new knitting pattern (maybe friends and family would love to have socks rather than another scarf?), work a little harder to create meals with more flavor and benefit?

I'm grateful for seasons and the subtle shifts that occur in an ordinary year. I'm glad they trigger within me the basic desire--God given, I think--to live with great love and purpose. In the same way, I'm glad that such fluctuations revive the desire for joy, a holy want that is easily pushed aside in the service of getting through the week. But joy deserves its own post: maybe next week.

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