Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Hello there, friend,
This morning, I woke up at the lake house. I wandered downstairs and poured a cup of coffee. I looked out at the lake, this morning gray on gray, and watched the water in its stillness. It's hard not to take it for granted, this body of water that stretches across most of the state, the miles and miles to get back home. It's here all the time; am I paying attention?
It all has me thinking about Sabbath, about delight and rest. Earlier this year, Sabbath was heavy on my heart, but I'm not sure I've been practicing it well. The more I think about it, the more I realize that it isn't a once a week practice; it's every day. Delight and rest must be part of each day. If they're not, life becomes frantic, everything feels like drudgery. But, of course, it's not. There's a lot of beauty out there, and a lot in here too. And, also, stillness and peace and calm. The lake is reminding me of that today.