Dear Friends … Do you keep a sabbath?

Twenty years ago, with no religious affiliation, I declared Sunday to be my “sabbath.” I wanted to breathe, to be still, to listen, to refuel, to gather the at-risk fragments of me. I wanted to let solitude center me so I could try my wings again … and give them a fair chance.

Today, we are part of a global society that needs a “sabbath.” We’ve known this. But, apparently, we needed a BIG nudge, a wave that would start somewhere and move to alert everybody, and remind us that we all share the same earth. The corona virus was that nudge. And now we’re trying our wings again. We talked about how we’d apply what we learned.

How are we doing? How are you doing? We get to choose again, and again. Love or Fear.

Let’s impose our own sabbath as needed, to renew our compassion, our wisdom, our strength, our ingenuity, our faith, our discernment, and our courage to act on the truth.

The quest, however epic, is ours. We are intended to be the keeper of the sabbath.

In love,