"... and what came after that was fallowness - a season to rest and reset, to be replenished and renourished ... to hold space and emptiness and be still in the quiet of not being rushed."
Growing up in Iowa, I know that summer is the growing season. I see it all around me.
So it might seem weird to tell you that most summers I try as hard as I can to let my mind and soul lie fallow.
Fallow - like a piece of farmland plowed and dug up but left unsown for a period in order to restore its ability to grow an abundant crop.
I have to lie fallow.
I use my words the remaining months of the year: Reading, writing, thinking, drafting, editing, speaking, talking.
By the time June rolls around I feel like a wrung-out washcloth. Not one drop left in me.
And so I stop speaking.
At least I stop speaking for a living.
I write less in my journal and simply read.
I try not to teach classes, do weddings, take speaking engagements.
And - I have come to learn - I stop blogging.
I tried to write some blog posts this summer and just could not do it.
It's hard to explain. It just feels as if all my words are gone.
And so I have learned that if I let the "words" part of me lie fallow most summers, come fall a crop of words appear to grow as if by magic and off I can go again on my jolly way - teaching, preaching, writing, leading, talking - letting words tumble out of me with abandon.
A crop of words grown in the rich farmland of my life left to lie fallow for a season.