Sunday, MaryBeth and I walked early before the heat of the day. When we got back I was soaked, so I decided to go right into the yard work I’d missed two weekends with my trip to Wisconsin. I took off my watch and immediately started working. At some point I paused to watch a blue-black swallowtail butterfly with faint yellow markings play in our garden. I sat on the stone bench and watched him dart from flower to flower, perch on the metal sunflower and move to my neighbors Vinci’s. All day, without my watch to remind me of the time, I found myself drifting like the butterfly, from projects to pauses. My spirit needed a Sabbath, does yours?
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