






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.
Listen to
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.


Looking out my front door, I see the beginnings of Fall. It's so exciting to see it all unfold, isn't it? Living in Indiana makes for quite a show this time of year! Still, somehow just the anticipation of the unknown or just in change itself leaves us a little uneasy sometimes. What?, you say..........It's only a season? There is a season for everything under the sun..........a time to live and a time to die................you know how that goes.
I've heard that patience is a virtue. I know that patience is one of the Fruits of the Spirit.