Here's to all us introverts

Fully in the company of others. Fully nesting in solitude. On repeat. This is our joyful circle of life.

‘You think you’re an introvert because you like being alone, but in reality you just love being at peace, and you’re actually extroverted around people who bring you joy.’
- author unknown

Hello again.

I wake up craving to write. A quick glance at April’s calendar reminds me that there have only been half a handful of days where I’ve been completely cradled by solitude. Silence. Stillness. No place to go. Nothing to do. No appointments to keep. No tasks to be completed.

I sigh with complete freedom, the depth of relief and anticipation almost palpable. These quiet days are my bread and butter.

You introverts understand.

For it’s in these quiet spaces that we get refueled, replenished, and refreshed. Not so we can have more quiet days all by ourselves. But so we can step right back into life, yet again, with those God brings onto our pathways, gently bubbling with emotional and spiritual energy, completely and fully present.

This is our joyful circle of life. Fully in the company of others. Fully nesting in solitude. On repeat.

So here’s to all the April days spent happily galavanting with energetic grandchildren … the laughter, the mini-golf challenges, the walks by the water, the seemingly endless gift shop browsing, the last minute birthday celebrations with day-old cupcakes. To the hours of listening to the challenges of women in ministry from Asia and Uganda and South America and other parts unknown. To deep conversations about things that truly matter with family and friends and ministry leaders. To the random appointments and meetings that kept cropping up every other day.

And admiring sweet little baby feet as we all took turns cradling a brand new great-nephew.

To the hours of working outside with my willing husband as we reclaimed our little patch of Cape Cod landscape from benign neglect. Realigning all the aged bricks that define the five little garden areas. Hauling large rocks from here to there. The turning and shoveling of compost. The spreading of peat moss and new stones and fertilizer. Let’s hear it for partnering together and finally sprucing up what we’ve worked so hard to create.

And to the tall glasses of sun tea and the much-needed naps and super easy suppers that followed after we put away the rakes and clippers, shovels and buckets and called it a day.

I wouldn’t have had April any other way.
Linda

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