I used to make the twenty four hours from Friday evening to Saturday evening very distinctive. I called it my Sabbath. It began with a special meal, included times of prayer and was marked by solitude.
The habit largely fell by the wayside during the pandemic but I want to regain it. So, on Friday I sorted the house to make it a sanctuary of calm. I wasn't very interested in food as I ate at lunchtime but next time I will have a light lunch and make sure I can enjoy my supper. A special meal with a properly set table and candles makes a definite start to the ritual.
Then an evening spent crocheting. I'm making a blanket for a little boy whom I hardly know but I hear about him regularly, and as I crocheted I prayed for him and his family, then my prayers widened for children everywhere. Then they moved inwards again as I thought about my own childhood.
A calm evening led to a calm bedtime and a good night's sleep.
Saturday I settled again to crochet but I listened to an audiobook, enjoyed the quiet and the time to think. That verse from Browning's poem, "Rabbi Ben Ezra" kept going through my head. It reflected the tone of the whole period for me.
Thank you. Beautiful!
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