If you don't pay attention, you can wilt and not even realize it till your leaves start falling off.
This week, I'm on vacation. A sabbatical of sorts. Dedicated time to walk and talk with God. Assessing where I'm at inside my soul. Taking stock of soil conditions and deliberately feeding my spirit.
Yesterday, my time was bitter cold in a stark landscape with more cardinals than you could possibly count. Little flashes of red against the gray. Made even more beautiful because of the contrast.
Today I'm in search of a book that David-the-Artist pastor recommended. Ignoring my stack of "should" reads, I'm letting my mind play. I have my crayons out. I'm recharging. Blissfully unaware of hours with lavish amounts of unscheduled time. Relaxed conversations. No agenda.
The weird thing is that in this scenario, even the normal is sort of special. Everyone should get to take a sabbatical.
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Does maternity leave count?
I envy you sometimes...
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