Not Quite NaBloPoMo

Breakfast is the best meal of the day!

I spent an early October weekend with about three hundred other women at a retreat in Cascade, Idaho. We woke early and stayed up late. We sang, listened to speakers, enjoyed meals that didn't require us to cook or do dishes after, played games, talked. Saturday afternoon held free time options like riding the zipline, attending a Bible class, learning to fish, getting a massage, doing a craft project, hiking, and napping. It was lovely.

And, in the back of my mind was the thought: I'm blogging this month. Every day through October. And this is an October day, so I'll blog something.

And then I didn't.

It was a short retreat and I'm glad I could be there. Not just there in body, but fully present. It was good to be with others awhile, to engage together in fun and learning and some of the deeper conversations that tend to happen only when we make space for them.

There will be time for blogging and such later. And if there isn't? Well, that's okay too.

Meanwhile, once the perfect streak of daily blogging had been broken for this month, return to "perfection" became impossible. The plan remains; the self-imposed expectation does not. There is a kind of freedom and joy in this.

The daily challenge of NaBloPoMo still draws me, and I may try again next month. But for now? For now I know that in recent weeks I've been drawn often from my scheduled path toward "burning bushes" (Exodus 3:1-4) instead, and I am grateful.

Sunrise at Trinity Pines