Monday Morning Sabbath

Any person who works in the church knows that Sunday is not a day of rest. For the sake of self-care, you must carve out your own bit of sabbath time, be it a week day, a morning, or just an hour out of one day. Monday morning was my sabbath time... and it was a wonderfully calm and peaceful morning.

I woke up a little after 6:30 to a sunlit room, with The Girl Named Duke sleeping soundly beside me.

                

Instead of going back to sleep I finally finished reading this book:

Rita Nakashima Brock and Rebecca Parker's Proverbs of Ashes.

Once finished, I
took Duke outside to do her business,
gave her breakfast,
and admired the hydrangeas Lettie,
a parishioner from Asbury,
gave me after church yesterday.

While coffee brewed I put away dishes, washed some more dishes, folded laundry, 

and visited with this guy. 

I contemplated taking out the final round of stitched on the shawl I (finally!) finished, and decided to let it be. For now.

                             


I poured myself a cup of coffee in my favorite muf, gathered my journal and pens, and sat down to write. When I opened my journal I found an entry made by Jack:

I think it's going to be a perfect Monday. Who knew such a thing existed?

Peace and love,
Amanda