There's about a hundred beginnings during these coupla' weeks round here.
The kids & Lynn returned to school this past week. Mostly rave reviews; a few minor bumps.
I start classes this morning and Lynn begins grad school again at full speed ahead.
While I have a little bit of trepidation about the chaos that is coming -- it is a carefully organized and deliberate chaos.
The white spaces in my calendar during the summer and the school year mean roughly the same thing: get everything else done in this space. But white spaces in the summer are so wide and floaty and interpenetrated by the loose delightful white spaces of those I love, that eventually the indeterminacy (in tension with the nagging sense that there is so much to do!) becomes overwhelming.
The difficult thing is -- treasuring what is now -- and not allowing yourself to look too longingly toward the next.
Hope you find some peace with your now, too.