I Sabbath in quiet,
in the late, dark night
on the edges of Sunday
buried in the pages of a book
maybe savoring the sun-sweet bowl of pineapple in the late afternoon
I feel Sabbath good
in a momentary sigh
a slow inhale and a slower exhale
my body draped across a couch
conscious of my toes wiggling
I feel it’s holiness
in unhurried conversations
in decisions to not do,
to not clutter,
to not add one more thing
in unapologetic stillness and guilt-free day-dreams
in space to imagine other possibilities beyond our binaries, our violence, our walls
When rest re-calibrates me I’ve submitted to Sabbath well.
I’m wiggling my toes now.
It’s restful just to read this! I love the idea of being recalibrated by Sabbath.
Amen, Kelley. Lovely.