New rhythm

The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; there is no one who does good.

Psalm 14:1NIV

I have a new rhythm. There was nothing wrong with the old rhythm but my location has changed. I used to wake, read the daily office whilst my bath was running and drink my one cup of coffee a day. Whilst I bathed I listened to either a sermon, a short oral essay or some kind of podcast related to Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit.

There is no bath here. But as I thought about a new rhythm I noticed something about my old rhythm. I was multitasking, there was no lineal doing. In this location I have even more time than I had in the previous locale. So I am experimenting in doing one thing at a time.

Sometime between 6 and 7:35 I wake. I make coffee, get wrapped up and go and sit on my Dunne’s blue plastic garden seat circa 1997. I drink my coffee with the cacophony of birdsong enveloping me. When I go inside I reach for the Daily Office and read through it. After this I think through the important things I could attend to. Working out how to fill my day is now the most creative thing I do all day.

Between that time which is usually about 8-8:30 and 10:30-11:00 I study, I write my theological reflections, I read course material and I read the Bible. The call from my care usually comes in at 11 to tell me what I need to do for them today. It might be nothing or could involve some kind of shopping or exercise.

The Daily Office beckons at 12 and then even my lunches have to change in this season of COVID-19. I have food peculiarities and lunch in Belfast consisted of Macaroni Cheese Mugshot. But now the rest of Ireland wants my Mugshots so I eat red cabbage or tomatoes instead.

In the afternoon I choose between further study or playing Spellforce or knitting if I don’t want to go outside. For outside there is a jungle to tame and I am the tamer (along with G). after the daily office at 18:00 I make dinner for G and I.

And afterwards I play Spellforce or knit. 22:00 comes around the Daily Office beckons, and I read at least one chapter of fiction before sleeping through the night, and then it begins again.

Life is slower, there is less that needs to be done. There is more time and I choose to use this time to dig deeper with God and immerse in doing life with Jesus. I pray intermittently through the day as people and situations come to mind, as a thought about God needs to be expressed and as I long and hunger for more. I could not get through these days without knowing God.

Creativity is a habit, and the best creativity is a result of good work habits. That’s it in a nutshell

Twyla Tharp

Today I have a few studenty things and wifey things to get done but I have started to think about a new painting something around the word hope is just outside of my vision, like it is almost in the corner of my eye but not quite.