I sit here, trying to think of something to blog about. I rarely feel so little stimulation or inspiration. I am tired. Thankfully it is the Sabbath, a time of rest. The problem is that in our culture, the weekend does not necessarily lend itself to restful thoughts or situations.
Rather it is the time when we try to squeeze in all the things for which we don't have time to do during the week, we try to find a space for quality family time, and to enjoy the fruit of our labors, we try to rest!
Yet somehow, we get to Monday feeling worn out, ran flat and overwhelmed! One week flows into another in a seamless, frantic, flurry of activity. I sometimes wonder if this blog is just something that adds more pressure, just another thing that calls my name if I don't get around to it! Another thing to think about manage or put effort into. But I find writing to be a therapy, a way of gathering thoughts into a coherent pile or even to unload them, discharging them into a more vast expanse than my brain, one time when the adage of "more room out than in" is totally appropriate.
Well, I guess every blog can not be content intensive. Tomorrow is another day, perhaps the muse will have recuperated. So, here's to Sabbath, and my restless blog.