Feel the Rhythm…
“Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme, come on Jamaica, it’s bobsled time”
Rhythm is important, especially if, it is in fact, a dancer.
But more than that, I feel like we are all striving to find our rhythm, our movement. And you know what helps finding your rhythm? Moving.
Oh, wait. The opposite of that.
I have really been trying to focus on finding my rhythm since moving to Nashville and it’s tough for a myriad of reasons. Everyday is different. There is no cadence as of yet, no tempo. And while it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it does feel like I am clapping on beats 2 & 4, when everyone knows I should be clapping on 1 & 3.
Each person’s rhythm looks different, but far too often I am afraid this gets confused with balance or even uniformity. I hear a lot of people clamoring for balance, and while the idea of balance sounds great, I don’t think there is a single person who has ever been called to a balanced life. It’s certainly not in the Bible. Jesus didn’t balance his time or his life, but it certainly had a rhythm. From being in the wilderness to withdrawing from the crowds, to being surrounded by people, to just his disciples, Jesus’ life was an example of finding rhythm. And that excites me.
I don’t want my life to be balanced. I want it to have rhythm, to have movement. I want it to ebb and flow and crest and fall. I want it to have meaning and sabbath and work. But I feel like I am trying to force it right now, like I am yelling “Feel the rhythm. Feel it!” Almost forcing forcing myself to feel the rhyme rather than letting the cadence carry me through.
How do you find your rhythm in the midst of the everyday? How do you experience busyness and the novel while making time for sabbath and rest (even if its not going to come for a long time)? How important is rhythm to you?
Just another member of the Rhythm Nation…