Some may say...
...that a cloudy, rainy holiday is an unfortunate waste of time -- when we could be doing something fun or getting stuff done. I might be one of those...at times.
But, today I am mindful of the grace of such a day, when those things can't happen...when I have to stop. Stop and acknowledge that even weather reminds of our need for rest, for stopping, for not doing much of anything other than taking things in...even taking in something like sleep. The cloudy, rainy is like a blanket...that can melt me into something flat. I need to be flat. I need to melt.
I need something as seemingly capricious as weather to stop me, because I need rest. The last month has been a flurry of more-thans. All things that are good, in and of themselves, but things nonetheless that have drawn deeply from me, and from my wife. Part of what has been drawn from comes from the exuberant activity of Spring, the coming alive of everything sensual -- color, aroma, sound...all combine to form a taste, intoxicating for life, for living. But, high demands from jobs, and kids, and many other things we have loved thru...have escorted us to our need for rest.
We just drove around quietly today, after waking up much later than usual. We didn't say much, other than to acknowledge how unusually our tiredness has gripped us...and how much we need its limitations.
Something really good is going on today...a cloudy, rainy holiday. We're resting...and, more than just physically.
...this text sounds a bit better suited for a Labor Day holiday. I do feel a deep sense of gratitude from 'Memorial'izing that even the opportunity to 'rest' has come at a great price for many who served our country with their very lives.
