A cup of coffee on the back porch.
Rain falling, gently at times, harder at others.
I do have a plan for this time away.
It is not vacation or down time, it is a time to practice different rhythms and see what grows.
I hoped to weed the garden this morning.
But the rain falls.
Lord knows I need some inactivity.
I need to sit.
I need to be.
So I have been watching the chipmunks play on the woodpile.
Yes, that woodpile.
In the next month, it will hopefully move to its permanent location and be settled there.
For now it remains right in front of my view on the back porch.
The chipmunks scamper and roam, dart in and out of crevices.
And they rest in the gaps.
They stop for a moment now and then.
They come to a stand still there in the spaces between the logs.
Sheltered from the rain, time to still their beating hearts, to plan and plot their next move.
Thank God for the spaces and gaps in our lives. Thank God for times of renewal and rest.