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Heartwings Love Notes 945 - Keeping the Sabbath

Heartwings says, "A day of rest is a healthy and happy day."

The early New England settlers took their Sundays seriously. People could be punished for doing any sort of work not permitted by necessity—cows, after all don't stop producing milk nor animals go without feeding just because it's the seventh day of the week, or the first, depending on your interpretation or your religion. While the Sabbath originated in Hebrew culture as a day of rest, it became a universal practice for the Christian world at large, migrating from Saturday to Sunday in 400 AD.

When I was growing up nothing commercial was open on Sundays except the drugstore. Church, of course offered services which we attended. Few gas stations served the public, and it was important to plan the Sunday drive on a full tank if possible. There was no running out for groceries if you didn't already have them, and the Sunday roast beef, leg of lamb or chicken was part of the day in ours as in many households. My father would stop at the drugstore on his way home from church to pick up a couple of quarts of ice cream, packed tight by hand into round cardboard containers at the soda counter. To this day Stephen and I enjoy ice cream on Sundays.

The idea of the Sabbath was that a day to rest, a vacation from chores and duties, was good for human beings. For myself, I have for many years taken Sundays off. What that means is that I don't do any unnecessary tasks that day: no laundry, cleaning, or other housework or similar duties. I try to do only pleasant activities like writing, and of course sending out my column and Stephen's. Resting for me is more about taking my time to do what I wish to do than sitting down or taking a nap. It could mean baking something or trying a special recipe just for fun, or even going somewhere nice for a walk and to take photos.

I was inspired to write this column by one of my daughters who phoned us up on a Sunday morning we had taken to sleep in. When I said the reason we were sleeping in was that it was Sunday, she said "Oh, but when you're retired, every day is Sunday." I told her we took Sundays as special days, and explained briefly. Being retired for me doesn't mean a rocking chair, it means I have the privilege of choosing what I want to do when I want to do it as long as I am mindful of deadlines, of course. I do love Sundays, and cherish the guilt free duty-less hours they hold.

May you take and enjoy a day of rest when you can.

PS How do you feel about Sundays? Do you take a day of rest? Love to hear your comments or stories, and I always will answer as soon as I can. Please write me at tashahal@gmail.com and check out my website for more love notes at www.heartwingsandfriends.com.
 

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Blessings and Best Regards,
Tasha Halpert
 

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