“We are not a very reflective culture,” said somebody quite wise.
That is really too bad…. how much are we missing out on when we forget to reflect? We get fed so much information that we don’t even know how to process it; we get so busy contributing and being productive that we never take time to step back and look at our work.
Last weekend’s RA retreat challenged us to live in rhythm, with room for diligence and room for Sabbath. Sabbath is reflection to me, a recognition of time set apart for something beyond the everyday.
Thank God for places in life set apart for reflection – like my comfy thrift store kimono, favorite well-worn bicycle paths, an obscure teahouse, blank pages hungry for thoughtful ink, the delicate needle of a record player, the warmth of a kitchen as dinner is prepared, and a lotus flower that silently reminds me to be perpetually in awe of life.
And when Sabbath comes in the midst of the everyday… we reflect without even knowing it.