not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sunday of work and rest

I dust the wait away
and wake the sleeping halls

make warm again
whatever's cold
the old pilgrim comes home

My elder, my elder, I can't help but wonder how long she'll be home this time, which is a shift in my paradigm of her homecomings. I'm beginning to learn that she has seasons of her very own. Tomorrow I'll bring her home. Today cleaning and stocking up....and the Christmas tree, "leave it up" says my research paper deadline as it looms large and I, clumsily and with all intention, strive towards keeping a somewhat graceful balance, remembering that between here and there is Sabat and a warm nest of blankets and football and lovin'. What is the wise way through this day of work and rest? asks tomorrow's early morning.


della said...

AH, yes the Sabat. I still remember the days when it was only a day of church and rest, no stores were open, we played games and had a big Sunday dinner. Our generation was allowed to play, My mother's generation had to really rest, only doing the chores that were required to keep the farm going. Slowly those old traditions eroded and now it is just a day to 'catch up' on chores that you didn't do during the week. Maybe the old ways were better in some cases.

MountainWave said...

I like the old ways of keeping a day sacred. I think we'd be better off if we could rest for a day!