The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
I read this quote yesterday, and it resonated somewhere deep in my soul. 'YES', my mind said. 'YES', my heart said. I've been searching for words to interpret this shift of thinking that has occurred with me lately, and I think these are those words.
We live in a world of hurry, of busy, of doing and going and being. And so much of it is so good. It's hard to drown out all of the noise. But when we do, when we pause and really evaluate, we start to more clearly see that all things good are not necessarily all things best. The distance between good and best may not seem far apart, but they make a world of difference in the way we live our lives.
Some people may scoff at the idea of a stay-at-home mom talking about feeling too busy, doing too much. But I've been both a work-outside-home mom and a work-inside-the-home mom, and I can honestly say that one is not less busy than the other, just differently busy. For me personally, working outside the home helped me set up parameters for choosing best more easily, out of sheer necessity. Now, I am completely in charge of my day, (OK, not completely. I have two small children who would like to think they are in charge of my day) and the opportunities to do all the things abound.
Yesterday, I made soup.
Does that conjure up any images for you? It does for me. Relaxed work in the kitchen throughout the day. Mixing bread in the morning, prepping ingredients, thawing stock, simmering things on the stove, pulling warm bread right from the oven to the table. That, my friends, is what I mean when I say "I made soup".
I first heard this concept on a podcast called The Simple Show. It was an interview with Emily Freeman, who was talking about her book It's Simply Tuesday, and how the concept for her book came from Tuesday being a most ordinary day when we could seek to find everyday graces. To be intentional.
Tsh (actual spelling!), the host, noted that in her family, when they need to reconnect, reset and rest, they declare it a 'soup day'. They may or may not actually make soup, but the purpose is to conjure up all of those images I shared a few paragraphs ago. A need for rest, for being at home, for recharging.
I've found that my favorite days are 'soup days'. Days where I let go of outside expectations and demands on my time. Where I am purposeful, intentional and focused on the life (rather, lives) I am cultivating inside my home. In the midst of ALL THE THINGS that our day to day life can bring, keeping this focus can be extremely hard. There are people to see, work to be done, things to buy, places to go.
In reality, however, when I really stop to think about it, most of those things are never quite as urgent as I think they are. (unless we're out of diapers - then yes, it is that urgent)
Summer is coming, and while soup may not often be on our menu - thanks to a lovely invention called the grill - I'm looking forward to a lot more soup days. Less running, more being. Hitting the re-set button and cultivating some more slow, intentional habits.
Here's to soup.