This morning I woke up and felt like I was missing something.
No, not my cat (though she is sadly still missing).
Something deeper, in my inner being, my core, my essence.
It is something that I seem to have lost over the past years.
Not just one or two years, but over many.
As I drank my coffee and shared a lovely breakfast with my husband, I was already planning the meal for this evening and making a grocery list ready. We were planning our day and activities with agendas and schedules. Throw in the wash and unload the dryer, fold, distribute and put away.
Then it struck me.
I realized that today I was doing exactly what I do, every other day of the week. This day was no different or special than the other 6.
Organize, plan, execute plans, and repeat.
To my dismay, I/we have gotten so caught up in this world that is 24/7 available. Services, groceries, any type of errand or need that you may have can be dealt with in this consumer world. And I have gradually been tempted and seduced by this ploy.
Yes, it is easy and convenient not to have to think about preparing and planning your day. To be able to do everything on a whim, or spontaneous. But to what cost?
To the cost of feeling like I really had a day of REST. Good old fashioned, a Sunday off. A day in the week set aside for yourself; spiritually, and physically. A day to focus on what makes your soul rejoice, and rejuvenate.
As a child, we faithfully went to the church, twice. Sunday meals were delicious, but easy to make and everything was already IN THE HOUSE. The rest of the day was spent resting, being reflective, or for us as kids, playing outside. No driving around doing errands and chores. If we drove, it was for pleasure, and meeting with friends and family. No stores, or consumerism. Back to basics. Kept life simple, for remembering simple joys and pleasures and how blessed we were.
As I grew older, I went to church less; finding my own way to express my beliefs and faith. Now as I think back, I realized today that just the act of going to church was a sort of anker for the day of rest. A cornerstone of beginning one day of the week, focusing on me, myself, and what I was thinking and feeling. Not about being efficient or easy.
I want to get that day of REST back into my week. For my sake, and for that of my family. It will require that I change my way of planning, and will have to make the extra effort to be able to do this. But I think the "payback" will be more than worth it. A day of true REST for my body and soul.
Happy Sunday. A Siesta Sunday.
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