Shabbot Shalom. The poetic syntax of those words alone begins the flow of peace, as we choose to meditate on the true meaning and intention of these words, as we opt to take this opportunity to wind down our week and prepare to honor our G-d.
I sit in my lovely home, that I have spent the day cleaning, getting it ready for the coming "pause", just drinking in the lovely peace, being Thankful to HaShem for all His many blessings, among them being Sabbath. Pumpkin Spice candles, glowing their bright orange essence, fill the room with a pleasant aroma. Food has been cooked, adding to the wonderful smells of home. The table is set, including two more candles that we light each Shabbot. A tradition that is becoming beloved, light that ushers in another Sabbath Rest, that is a reminder of The Light that made Sabbath Rest possible even for us "goyim". I am waiting for Gene to come in from his day's work. The children are all quietly pursuing interests of their own in different parts of the house. So all is quiet, even tranquil as I sit and compose this writing.
At first, I must admit, I was out of sorts with the whole idea. I mean, I mentally assent that the Word does indeed say that G-d meant this practice to be a "covenant forever", and eternal mitzpah (good doing) in His honor and for our well-being. But, I pondered, often aloud, "How does one just take Saturday off every week?!" That day has actually always been "double time" day for us! Typically it was the day when Gene and I both ran at intense rates of speed in order to get all the things done that we could not seem to get to through the week! Yet, feeling led to comply we did so. Now we wonder, "Where did all those things go? How is it that they now seem to get done in spite of our deliberate repose?"
But it was hard at first, for many reasons. The interruption of the break-neck pace to which I had unwillingly adapted myself seemed like whiplash at first, like someone applied the brakes too fast and too hard to the hamster wheel of daily frantic activity! It seemed unnatural, strained at first, even awkward. After all, I was not raised "Jewish", nor privileged to the ancient traditions. But nevertheless we were drawn toward it like one is drawn to a welcoming fire. We came, despite our hesitancy, and found a warmth and a comfort, quite unexpected, quite refreshing! It was like being given a lot of money after a life-long financial drought, it didn't really take all that long to "get used to it"! lol
Miraculously, not only has the aforementioned "to do list" has been rerouted to the other days of the week, but it all seems to get done so much easier! Everything seems to have adapted to the newly set rhythm of the week. With Shabbot as the hub, somehow the week just rolls along more smoothly! Somehow I just can not attribute that to coincidence. I think it is the blessing of the Lord in response to a heart of loving obedience. So, as the Sabbath Peace settles in at the Duncan home I wish all my friends in cyber-space - Shabbot Shalom!
P.S. ~ I began writing this erev Shabbot, and I am posting it toward the end of Shabbot, because that is when I got around to it. I love the luxurious lack of urgency of this moedim!