I'm still a student, though at a much slower pace, but primarily I am a mother. My life has a different rhythm now, although it is still dictated outside of itself - this time by a squirmy little Bean rather than a calendar. Our days settle into a rhythm of eating, sleeping, toileting, playing...however the rhythm is not nearly as predictable or familiar as the academic rhythm was. If the academic rhythm was a steady march the rhythm of being a mom is a swing dance inspired by a group who is making up the music as they go along.
Along with the daily rhythm of being a mom comes the rhythm of living on the farm. This rhythm not only goes from day to day but also cycles through the year. While we don't plant seed (except for a few small container gardens) and will not (likely) be harvesting any hay this year, the rhythm of farm life is still dictated by the weather and cycles through the year, with only minor variations from year to year. Spring brings the Alpaca Ontario show, followed by shearing, birthing, breeding, fencing and all manner of other summer activities - with swim team thrown in there for good measure. The fall brings the Rockton Fair and the Alpaca Ontario sponsored fall show (this year it will be the all new Cavalcade of Champions), followed by Christmas craft shows. The rhythm of farm life could be compared to a square dance - dances between couples (the day to day rhythm) taking place within the larger dance of the square (the yearly rhythm).
Dancing to the rhythm allows us to find order in our lives. The rhythm give us all something in common, a common link, a common beat. However, no matter the dance there is a something that all dances have in common: the need for rest.
When I got sick in 2008 I learned that my dance, my own personal rhythm would require more rests than the average dance. My rhythm was slower. There
You can't stop the dance altogether and you can't completely change the rhythm - especially when it is a rhythm from without - but you can choose to sit out part of the dance. You can choose to take a pause, sit a spell, rest, and then join back into the dance. I think that all dances would be better, and all dancers would do better, if our rhythms had more breaks, more rests, built in. Life is not a dance marathon (unless dance marathons are your thing), but a dance party. Take time to sip some punch, eat some chips, and catch up with friends.
The beat goes on!
Some rhythms are just plain special in and of themselves....
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