Our minds are so oriented toward striving to better our lives and complaining about what we don’t have. On the Lord’s Day, I try to refocus, to think about the good things in my life and how grateful I am for them.
I live in a wonderful apartment high on a mountain top, with double doors that overlook the forest. On rainy days, I open the doors and let the sound and the smell of the rain penetrate. Since I am retired, on my days off from babysitting I have no place to go and no schedule.
My grandchildren are my life now. Having other people to serve is the key to happiness. Being left alone to care only for one’s self makes people miserable. And, the kids are a delight. They are so young. My oldest granddaughter is 4 and the twins are 2.
Caring for the kids all day, now that they are older and more active, is exhausting! In a good way. They run me ragged. In fact, they run everywhere, out of sheer exuberance. They also want grandpa to chase and catch them… the ancient game of “gotcha!”
Spending my Sabbath away from Facebook and social media pays big dividends. It cuts short the arguments and vendettas. I don’t need internet enemies, any more than I need enemies in the non-virtual world. I even set aside my aggravation with my ex-girlfriend and sent her a birthday card.
I tend to my physical health and play classical piano on Sundays. This enhances the mindset of quiet meditation I’m trying to create.
Yesterday was a particularly beautiful day in upstate New York. I took a 15 mile bicycle ride through a wooded path, away even from the sounds of traffic.
Now, I am ready to face the demands of my week.