Okay, so I saw a video clip of Lauren Winner recently talking about the Sabbath. One of my publishers, Paraclete Press, published her book MUD HOUSE SABBATH, which she promoted with said video. Sabbath keeping has always eluded me. Like, when exactly does it begin? And when is it over? Does the whole "no work" thing mean you don't have to wash your dishes? I'm just sayin'. What did God do on his day of rest?
Of course, most of the details about Sabbath keeping--save exactly what God did--are all things that are easy to find out, if I were remotely interested in doing that on today, and sadly, I am not. But I did latch on to one thing Lauren said: to do something you enjoy. That I can handle.
On this cool Saturday, in the rain's aftermath, I'm resting in the best way I know how to, at least at the moment. I am doing nothing in particular. Now and then, I lift some prayers to my Beloved. I read a bit, sitting here in my bright blue, orange in pink undies, with no desire to put real clothes on, and I CANNOT believe I told you I've spent most of the day in my draws. I'm watching a movie on Lifetime, Lying to Be Pefect. It's about an insecure, fat woman who pretends to be someone else so she can write for the magazine she works for, and ends up taking her own alter ego's advice, losing weight, and becoming fabulous, only to realize she was fabulous all along. I'm ridiculously into it, which just goes to show you...
It's very painful to type. I have the misfortune of having carpal tunnel in both hands and wrists, so I can't do much work on the computer. But it's oddly very difficult to just stop all my cyber piddling, and even real writerly work, to simply rest my hands, just for a week! But sometimes doing nothing is the better part, even if you're not sitting at the feet of Jesus absorbing every word he says, but rather, watching television with him, and resting your mind. And um, your hands, except to write a short blog. Hey, give me a minute to get used to the idea.
Okay, enough typing. OUCH!
How is your Sabbath day, my dear friends?