Blooming Where I'm Planted!

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.

When I was a kid, I lived with my Gram.  We would go to Sunday School early every Sunday morning.  At noon, when church got out, we crossed the street and went back home.  My other grandma (Gram’s daughter-My mom’s mom), and my aunt Phyllis would already be there, in the kitchen having started lunch.

Around 12:30 we would all sit down to Sunday Dinner.  By 1:30 everyone was asleep.  There’s nothing quite like a Sunday afternoon nap.  When we all woke up, usually an hour later, the rest of the afternoon was filled with reading, playing, gardening, etc.

Gram wouldn’t work on Sunday.  She didn’t fix anything or run anywhere.  We didn’t even go to a store on a Sunday.  A lot of the church folks would go for lunch at the local diner after church.  Not Gram.  Not ever.

I remember trying to get her to leave the dirty dishes in the sink and come play with me by saying, “But Gram, you’re not supposed to work on Sunday!  Dishes is work!  Come play!”

Sometimes it even worked.

She prayed a lot on Sunday.  Well, she prayed a lot, period.  So to say it was more on Sunday truly is saying something.

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Today is Sunday.

Gram’s been gone for fourteen and a half years now, but every Sunday I still think of her.

Today I will clean-up in the sun room.  I am surrounded by nature in there and it is my most sacred space.  I am at peace there.  It is where I sit, now, as I write this, and where I spent most of my days.

I will bless and rearrange my altar.  Also in my sun room.

I will spend time in meditation.

I will spend time in my garden with earth on my hands.

I will take a walk outside.  A walk not intended for exercise.  A leisurely, moving appreciation for the divine nature of everything around me.

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.

We need a day of renewal.  We need a day of reconnection.  Sunday is the first day of the week.  Your week will ripple out from Sunday so why not begin refreshed and focused?