Since Halloween, I've been sucked into a revolving door and I can't get out!
You ever felt like that? Like certain things in your life (i.e. kid's homework after school, making dinner, doing laundry, cleaning dishes, scrubbing toilets, car-pooling, holiday shopping, ETC--emphasis on the etcetera) repeat themselves with the continual spin of a revolving door?! Feel like if you don't push, nudge, shove, or take a leap out of the spin, you'll just keep mindlessly revolving and never be able to pause to breath or sit down? I don't know about you but the continual spin of life as a busy woman can sometimes give me metaphorical vertigo. I love Thanksgiving for reminding me to step out of the spin for a moment and pause to be really, truly grateful for the beautiful and meaningful things in my life.
We have a tradition in our family that I really love. Just before our Thanksgiving dinner prayer, our whole family and dinner guests, join hands. Starting with Rob, each person is invited to share some of the things they are thankful for. It's always so nice to actually hit the pause button on the spin of life as each family member and friend with hands interlocked listens to the many things we all have to be thankful for. After a week of grocery shopping and a full 2 days of cooking, flower arranging, and table setting--it feels lovely to breathe in the smells of Thanksgiving dinner while telling the ones we love how our lives are blessed by being together in the spin of life. In this pre-dinner moment, the spinning stops and our home is filled with the of quiet of love, joy, and gratitude. I love jumping out of the spin!
As a child I was really leery of revolving doors. I wasn't so much afraid of the stepping into the spin of the doors, but I was pretty uncertain of how to get out once I was inside. Those big heavy doors automatically spinning with tall adults all around me. How on earth was I supposed to perfectly time my exit while the doors kept spinning. What if I didn't make it out and just kept spinning in circles while my mom stood on the other side watching me revolve? Maybe my childhood fear of those doors was some kind of symbolic warning for me to heed as an adult. A sort of way for the powers that be to let me know that life has many sets of massive, heavy revolving doors that once you step into you have to also be brave and strong enough to know when to step out. Otherwise, you might get sick or even puke from all the turning.
I'm thankful for the Thanksgiving holiday to remind me to step out of the spin once in awhile... to pause and be still long enough to regain my balance before jumping in again. Like department store revolving doors, life keeps cycling regardless of what we do so we might as well take a well-timed breather every so often.
Breathers that involve expressions of gratitude are the best variety.
When Monday comes, I'll be back in the spin again. Homework will fly out of backpacks, backpacks will be left on the floor by the shoes that don't quite hit the shoe basket, kids will be hungry for snacks and the the snack wrappers might not land inside the trash can. My sewing table will have fabric to be cut and designs to be drafted. Dirty laundry will be in the baskets begging to be washed. All of this and more is the fuel that keeps the spinning door of life in motion. I'm thinking when the vertigo starts to hit, I'll take my mind to the first set of revolving doors in Manhattan I ever braved without fear or hesitation.
Going here inside my mind just might cure any ailment the spinning of life tries to sling my way ;)
I hope you have a moment this weekend to step out of your revolving doors. Be like this funky green squash and wrap yourself tightly around the ones you love. Squeeze tight and be thankful.
Thanks indeed and God bless
Ps. I am drawing the name of the pineapple pin cushion winner on Sunday. Check back soon to see if you are the winner.