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Sunday’s occupy a different reality. Time slows down. Ambition flees. A good thing. In spite of my now long absence from the Christian faith the notion of a Sabbath, lifted from Judaism, has always appealed to me. \u00a0A seventh day when God rests. And us, too.<\/p>\n
The notion of a divine creator soothing the chaos before speaking the world into being has faded from my belief system. The idea, however, of a time for setting aside work, domestic and otherwise\u00a0for a reflective day every week still makes sense to me.<\/p>\n
The sabbath can be seen as a form of radical hospitality for the self, a day when shaping our lives to the demands of others gives way. On a\u00a0sabbath we could read, view art, listen to music, cook, play games, visit family. \u00a0The third phase of life, after we have set aside work and at home parenting, can be a sabbath phase, much like the last of the four Hindu life stages.<\/p>\n
Something to consider.<\/p>\n
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