Painting my John Michael Carter.
Ruth Haley Barton's Sabbath in Late Fall:
Sometimes on the Sabbath all you can do is
settle into the soft body of yourself
and listen to what it says.
the exhaustion that is deeper than tiredness...
the hunger that is for more than food ..... the thirst that is for more than drink......
the longing for comfort that is more than physical.
On the sabbath, body and soul reach out for time of a different sort
Time that is full of space rather than activity:
Time to watch the burning bush in your own backyard....the movement of the wind among bare
branches....the last leaf clinging to the branch before it's final letting go.