As I finish my last few bites of ‘jungle squash’ and set down my fork, I look out the glass door frame across our hillside. It’s only a few minutes past seven in the evening, yet already the light of the sky is fading. The work of the day is done, and our family is settling into the slower rhythms of the darkness. It’s September, and there’s lots still left to do before winter comes. I feel the anxiety of wanting to push my active work into the night as I pull out the kneeler and light the candle to start Vespers. There will be time the next morning to create and control. Right now, it’s time to let go.