Monthly Reflections Rug: Ecclesiastes 3

Last week, I decided that I would hook a monthly rug for one year based on the theme that my church announces each month as a daily reflection. I will hook each month in a 12 by 12 square on a grid of 12 squares, 3 across the width and 4 down the height, with one inch border between and outside border of 4 inches. January will be the first month on the grid (top left corner), and then February will be the second square just to the right of January, and then March will fill out the top line (top right corner).

The invitation remains open to others who want to hook their own versions of this meditation rug. So far three of us are involved. We each will hook our own reflections on the theme into the same grid pattern. And at the end of the year (next September) we will display our rugs together, maybe even in published format.

As I begin today reflecting on the theme for September "Turning," I am drawn to a favorite passage of mine from Ecclesiastes 3.

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the skies: a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to harvest; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace and a time to refrain; a time to seek and a time to lose; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to rend and a time to sew; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace."
This verse seems so important to me at this time in my life, when my son starts his own life journey, leaving behind the Montessori environment for the public schools where he will start to learn to play the violin and speak Spanish among other things. My own life is shifting, my work schedule to accommodate the public school's, and things that seemed so important before are fading for me in light of my son's new life and his needs. I guess I am learning that the path of a mom is ever-changing, with many unexpected corners to turn.