The scripture text he notes for Day 97 is from Exodus: “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.” He then goes on in humorous fashion to tell about how he had a real Sabbath experience: he was locked in the bathroom. It seems he went in after the family had left the apartment and had not noticed that the doorknob on the inside of the door had fallen off. He writes that the doorknobs in their home “succumb to gravity” frequently. After trying everything he could think of to extricate himself from the bathroom, going through the worst case scenarios of what might happen to him – if the building caught fire, if he fell in the bathtub, studies each and every marble tile in the room he at last reaches “an unexpected level of acceptance”, and in that moment he knows what Sabbath should feel like – a pause, a major pause in life.
My life for the past three weeks has felt as though it was spinning wildly – not out of control, just spinning. Too many things to do. I have felt as though my life was ruled by “oughts” and “musts” and “shoulds” with no regard to what I might actually “want” or “need.” Thankfully all of that was different this weekend. Yesterday in the midst of the things that “ought to be done” I found time to do what I wanted to do: I spent time on my computer sorting, organizing some of the pictures I took this summer. Actually I have a project in mind for some of those pictures but organizing had to come first. Still no project work, but at least it is possible now. And then this morning I had my real Sabbath moment. The area inside the ramp as I exit Rte 128/95 South onto Rte 16 East to go to the West Newton church has been a work site for a long time. Earlier this year the area got cleaned up, topsoil was spread and the area was hydroseeded. I thought it had been seeded for grass, but no, someone was more clever than that – it was seeded with cosmos. And in recent weeks they have been in full bloom – and have been calling to me to photograph them. Today being a Sunday, traffic was light and I dared to pull over on the exit ramp. I stood among these flowers, many of them almost as tall as I, and snapped several photos. In that moment I was at one with the universe, I was refreshed, I had experienced my Sabbath moment. Here is what I saw:
And Nelly (the dog) would like to add that her Sabbath exper-iences come when she finds the perfect sunny spot on the floor in which to stretch out, be warm, and rest. May you too know the gift of Sabbath, a time apart.