The quest and the sabbath are ours …

Dear Friends,

Nineteen years ago, with no particular 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.

Today, we are part of a global society that needs a “sabbath.” We’ve known this. But, apparently, we needed a 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 our nudge. And now we have an opportunity to try our wings again. We get to see how much we actually learned. We get to choose again, and again. Love or Fear.

Perhaps we’ll 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 hero … and the keeper of the sabbath.

In love,