We tend to disappear and reappear based on enthusiasm, time, and [energy]. I read once that farmers will let a field fallow in order to give the soil a rest; an inactive period to help replenish its nutrients so that whatever it cultivates will grow again, more prodigious than before. I think that people and soil have a lot in common.
G. Boston
Before I sat down to type out my first draft, I reread my January 2023 Blank Inside and January 2024 I Have a Cup posts. There is certainly a consistent pattern to my thoughts at the new year. Probably a good idea to study the understory of those thoughts. As I have written previously: self examination, a fun little hobby in midlife. And not always comfortable!
I find myself not merely inhabiting a calendar season, but an agrarian season without a definitive end date. Again, there’s that edge of discomfort inviting me to lean into it. What does it mean to be fallow? Here’s my take.