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What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath -
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
Did my Irish grandmother believe in luck? I don’t think so. She was not a particularly “lucky” woman. The loss of one husband, one baby, and her own death at a relatively young age would deem her very unlucky indeed. Did she believe? Did she have faith? Yes!
Each morning my day begins with a rich cup of coffee sitting by a window, placing my day before God. I watch intently as the darkness slowly yields to the light and I am never disappointed. Some days the sight is magnificent with brilliant reds, blues and purples. Other days it is more subdued. And still at other times (like today) the change is so subtle I hardly notice that the day is here. However it happens, the light always emerges…showing me a dusty room or a dirty window or worse! Without the light I hardly notice that housecleaning is needed.
Respect for ourselves and for the one we care for is a central attitude to live and to be lived by. We simply do not and will not know the truth and fullness of anyone’s personal life for it is hidden even as we live it. Who are we? Who is the one we care for? Who someone was at the vibrant age of twenty or later at the tottering age of eighty is still the same soul – a soul that has lived and learned, has suffered, made mistakes and has loved and been loved.