Sundays, known commonly as a day of rest, can in reality be a day full of activity. Getting up early and putting on one's "Sunday Best" (which may include heels that are not so restful) and then rushing the family out to what can become only a weekly spiritual social gathering if we are not very careful. Unfortunately, after the early morning activities conclude, this day of rest can leave one feeling less rested than the prior days devoted to work. At least this is what my own Sunday's looked like for so many years. Recently and somehow mysteriously, I fell out of this tradition/habit... and when I honestly think about it I am really not sure how it came about. Instead, I managed to fill my Sundays with other activities like studying or chores. This too lacking any rest that a Sunday is known for.
Today's Sunday was different. Coffee in bed (actually that is the usual) then a little Joel Olsteen before my waffles, slithered in syrup, were so generously served to me by my kind and giving husband. Curling up with my little dog, despite his need for a thorough bath, and reading a fast moving and excellent book on my coveted Kindle Fire. Boy, do I love that little finagley gadget! (Yes, finagley is not really a word!) And finally, a shower and yoga (in that order) sometime in the afternoon. Now, that has been restful.
I suppose I will soon regain my lost tradition for the day of rest, especially since it has been on my mind more and more these days. Nevertheless, until that day occurs, today's day of rest fed my body, spirit, and mind in exactly the way that was needed... today.
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