This book sits on my night table, waiting for me to get back to it. I am slow to pick it up, spending more time working or, more likely, knitting. It isn’t a compelling book and I’m trying to reason out why.
The writing is flat and I’m sure that’s part of why it’s been hard for me to really dig into it, but even more than that is the fact that the lesson is a difficult one for me. Sabbath? When there are smallish bears who seem to need constant herding? When there are house things and quilty things and knitting things? When there are student loans and utility bills and rent and just barely enough to do all of that and buy groceries?
Sabbath. Who has time for that?
“Our living has become highly mediated, without spontaneity or directness.” – Norman Wirzba in Living the Sabbath
We waste so much while others go hungry. We are quick to buy without thinking. Every time I think we are moving away from careless consumption, I am brought up short by my own habits and actions. Read more…
When I step into the kitchen with only the beginnings of an idea and no time pressures, those are the best times. Every ingredient gets its deserved attention and I can relax into the making of something I hope will be delicious.
No recipes, no complete plan. That I have come to this place fills me with wonder. If I can learn this, surely I can learn anything. If I can sit in the quiet of this Lenten season, with the beginnings of an idea and no time pressures. If I can sit and listen, what will grow?