Today as I was trying to rest at least for part of the day, I found myself reaching for a book and having to swat one hand with the other and then grab the remote.
You see, I need a sabbath from imagination from time to time. A sabbath from creating, interacting with, and consuming ideas. A day of leisure.
So many of us live in a world where we are constantly productive. And a day free of production (like me typing these words in order to communicate) seems a waste to a great many of us.
Yet I have a creeping suspicion that we're in need of just that kind of sabbath. Hmm.
2 comments:
you'd better not be reading this comment
yeah, how did it happen that i've started to feel guilty for just watching a football game? (albeit every time it went to commercial my nose was back in a merton text)
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