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Michelle DeRusha

Every Day Faith. Faith Every Day.

August 24, 2012 By Michelle

Graceful Summer: An Hour of Quiet Every Afternoon


I announced it nearly every day at half-past two. “Quiet Time!” I’d trumpet. “Time for siesta!”  And lest you assume it was to benefit the boys, let me set you straight: Quiet Time was purely to keep my own summertime sanity intact.

Rowan’s reaction to Quiet Time was always the same. “What???? Nooooooo!” Shock and betrayal written across his face, as if this ludicrous, offensive notion of Quiet Time was a brand-new idea. Next he’d erupt into a level of bellowing that should only be reserved for emergency appendectomies and the like. Then finally he’d stomp to his room, flop on the bed and commence low-level moaning. Occasionally he’d flip through a Magic Treehouse paperback or construct a Lego battleship. But mostly he moaned.

I didn’t care. I grabbed my book and plunked into a patio chair out of earshot with a glass of iced tea, the air stultifying, mere hint of breeze rippling the river birch leaves. Sometimes Noah joined me with his own book, although it bugged him when I rested my bare feet on his chair. Sometimes he spent the hour in his room with Finny, his fish.

Out on the patio I read Frances Mayes’ Under the Tuscan Sun. I pretended I lived not in Nebraska, with 104-degree heat that baked everything in my backyard to the consistency of a Pringle, but in Tuscany, amid rolling vineyards and olive groves. In Tuscany, where it’s perfectly acceptable to sip wine at noon on a weekday.

Throughout the summer, In an hour a day I read through Circle of Quiet (Madeleine L’Engle), Escaping into the Open (a writing book, one of the best I’ve read yet, by Elizabeth Berg), Still (by Lauren Winner – I’m enrolled in a writers’ workshop with her this fall and am scared witless!), and, most recently, Wild (a memoir so good it made me almost quit writing altogether, by Cheryl Strayed).

I tell you, that hour every afternoon on the patio? It saved me. It may have saved the boys, too.

What saved you from certain insanity this summer?


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So next Friday is the last installment of Graceful Summer. We’re actually back in school here in Nebraska, but since August still feels like summer to me, I decided to continue the series until the end of the month. So come back one more time next Friday!

1. Write a post about a quiet summer moment and link it up here on Fridays. 2. Visit someone else and leave a little comment love – you might get a new creatively quiet idea!3. Please include the Graceful Summer button or a link in your post, so people can find us if they want to join in.

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a Triple Type A, “make it happen” (my dad’s favorite mantra) striver and achiever (I’m a 3 on the Enneagram, which tells you everything you need to know), but these days my striving looks more like sitting in silence on a park bench, my dog at my feet, as I slowly learn to let go of the false selves that have formed my identity for decades and lean toward uncovering who God created me to be.

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