These September days call us again and again. Away from our work – our canning and cleaning and doing – and down to the creek, up to the woods.
And we go. Again and again.
We laugh, we talk, we forage. We sit in silence together beneath giant trees, listening to the voice of the forest.
And I feel my anxiety and worries slip away into the soft, brown earth.
And I am thankful.
Fall means a new schedule for us. New work days, new lessons, a new tempo of life and learning.
And despite our free-form homeschooling and home life, I still like to have a rhythm to (loosely) follow, day after day, week after week. It insures that we make time for things that we value. Like reading together each day, and clean laundry now and then. Like work days and project time and all the rest.
It's the second week of September and I'm still trying to hammer some semblance of a rhythm out of our eclectic days.
Yesterday was to be our first day on track. Our rhythm fell apart before breakfast.
But it's okay. Because there are things more important than rhythm. Things more important that getting dinner made on time. Things more important that checking this screen.
Things more important than any busy excuse we have to miss out on the juiciness that is a September day in the woods.
As for our rhythm? We'll try again tomorrow.
And I think "drop everything and go to the woods" has earned it's own place on our schedule this season.