Peace of a Small-Town Sabbath

People fuss and fume about small towns, but I’m finding it wonderfully freeing after 30 years in big cities. I love cities, don’t get me wrong, they have their own sort of fabulousness, but I am finding living in a small town incredibly empowering. I know who to call when I want to get something done. Projects are small and manageable.

And Sabbaths, they’re relaxed and filled with good times. You meet your neighbors on your walks around the block as you check out how everyone’s backyard is growing. You encounter them as you all tromp of to the grocery store for something special for supper.

It’s a good day to sit around with your feet up, catch up with the local news, and plot out your next project. ahhhhhhhhh. Enjoy the Peace.

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Sabbath of Showing Up

Sometimes it really is that simple. We just need to be there and listen, to practice the simple art of presence. Often the best thing we can say is “tell me about it.” Allow yourself to hear and feel what’s being said. Put your hand over your heart. Nod encouragingly. Say very little. Offer a cup of tea or a bite to eat. Sit there, even when it’s hard. Leave when they’re finished not when you are. Come back and check on them later. Be kind. It’s a lot and not a lot all at the same time.

Today, on this mixed up beginning of daylight savings time, show up for yourself, and don’t move till you’re finished being there.

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The Sabbath of Almost Spring

This is a time of Limbo, it’s neither this nor that. The sun begins to warm but the wind and shadows are having none of it, as yet. The daffodils are stuck half way out of the ground. But a brisk walk through the muddy woods or along a park’s gravel path, followed by a good read in your favorite chair makes a lovely day. (Unless of course you live in Central PA, in which case you’ll want to hear the Susquehanna Chorale perform Karl Jenkin’s Stabat Mater. It’s divine.)

Whatever you do, be at Peace.

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