Cadence

Day Five begins in Clinton, Oklahoma, near Twin Oaks.

Across the street from the La Quinta Inn and Suites where we stay in Clinton, OK is a cute new development called Twin Oaks.

Twin Oaks is so new they’ve only built two homes so far, with maybe a dozen more lots available. If you’re interested you can call the property agent whose name is displayed prominently on a sign at the entrance: Cadence Richeson.

I never heard of anyone called Cadence before and when I saw their sign yesterday, I thought it was a cool name.

I thought the same when I walked Timi over to Twin Oaks this morning, and saw the sign again. Just then, a big white truck rumbled by on the I-40 overpass behind us, and when I turned to look, you’ll never guess what word was written in giant blue letters on the side:

CADENCE

Timi thought that was a funny coincidence.

Synchronicities always get my attention. So I figure I’m supposed to contemplate the word cadence now.

Per Merriam-Webster, cadence means “a rhythmic sequence or flow of sounds in language”, which is how I generally tend to think of it. Kind of rhythm adjacent.

West Texas panhandle vista.

Cadence also means “a regular and repeated pattern of activity”. This definition certainly applies to what I am doing this week, between the driving and the blog, right?

But I think the intended message of this “cadence” Sign, if one believes in such things, is probably deeper.

Perhaps the message for me in seeing CADENCE—twice in a row like that—is about cultivating a more rhythmic, harmonious pace in my life, day to day.

Windmills for miles in the high plains of West Texas.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Finding a regular steadiness and flow that feels nourishing to body, mind, and spirit. Remembering to make time for what’s important. And creating routines to ensure that the important things happen.

For example, meditating for 15 minutes every morning before looking at my phone. (Anyone with me here?)

Otherwise, the hours, the days—one’s entire life, even—can just slip away.

Wild grass, Gray County, TX—wind farm country.

May we all flow in harmony with our highest purpose, and the greatest good.

🌿🦉🌵

💛OBC

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