"You know what I need? I need another honeymoon." That was Todd, a month ago, in dawn truthfulness as we struggled to get to the business of the day. The days are busy here, with rotations, moving in, being responsible for a dog of no small stature, Todd's launch, etc. And we hadn't stopped until that moment to consider the toll the intensity of the labor was taking on us.
We got ourselves out of bed, walked the dog, and hustled into the city to our respective jobs. It must have been a Thursday, because I was home earlier than usual. I could see Todd's growing exhaustion, and felt a similar burden on my part. Then epiphany: the work never ended! No wonder we were tired! It was a soul tired, not simply body tired, because we were constantly at work, either at our jobs, or here at home, putting together the bookshelves, unpacking boxes, trying to configure the boxes under the bed so we could squeeze in just one more thing. We both know that God provides and wants us to spend a day we week resting in His provision, but there was stuff everywhere! We had to consolidate households, make the space livable, and the only time to do it was after work and on the weekends.
Family meeting: we needed rest for our souls. And it couldn't be at home, not yet, before everything was finished-- we needed to take some time to clear our minds, nourish our spirits, have some intellectual and social renewal before we burned out completely on all our activities.
The first Sabbath was a trip to the Met, to see the paintings of JMW Turner, the stone mosaics of ancient nobles, and photos from the last century. Art was followed by worship, then Virgin records for some birthday CD purchases.
The second Sabbath was a wild raspberry picking trip to Westchester, followed by a barbecue (that is what they call a cookout up here). Fellowship and food. Deer, a notable sunset over the Hudson.
The third Sabbath was the Pepsico sculpture garden. I'd been there before, but I was still unprepared for how moved I would be by the sculpture in the beauty of nature. We walked along gravel paths (note: don't wear Birkenstocks on gravel paths) and inhaled, photographing most of it for you. I'll see how many photos I can load for you...
We got ourselves out of bed, walked the dog, and hustled into the city to our respective jobs. It must have been a Thursday, because I was home earlier than usual. I could see Todd's growing exhaustion, and felt a similar burden on my part. Then epiphany: the work never ended! No wonder we were tired! It was a soul tired, not simply body tired, because we were constantly at work, either at our jobs, or here at home, putting together the bookshelves, unpacking boxes, trying to configure the boxes under the bed so we could squeeze in just one more thing. We both know that God provides and wants us to spend a day we week resting in His provision, but there was stuff everywhere! We had to consolidate households, make the space livable, and the only time to do it was after work and on the weekends.
Family meeting: we needed rest for our souls. And it couldn't be at home, not yet, before everything was finished-- we needed to take some time to clear our minds, nourish our spirits, have some intellectual and social renewal before we burned out completely on all our activities.
The first Sabbath was a trip to the Met, to see the paintings of JMW Turner, the stone mosaics of ancient nobles, and photos from the last century. Art was followed by worship, then Virgin records for some birthday CD purchases.
The second Sabbath was a wild raspberry picking trip to Westchester, followed by a barbecue (that is what they call a cookout up here). Fellowship and food. Deer, a notable sunset over the Hudson.
The third Sabbath was the Pepsico sculpture garden. I'd been there before, but I was still unprepared for how moved I would be by the sculpture in the beauty of nature. We walked along gravel paths (note: don't wear Birkenstocks on gravel paths) and inhaled, photographing most of it for you. I'll see how many photos I can load for you...
Something similar to infinity-- it looks as though it sits on the surface of the water. See the heron in the background?
"Welcoming Birds"
Todd and me in fifty years!
"Hats Off" by Alexander Calder. It really is as big as it looks; it is not a funky angle on the part of the photographer!
"Eve" by Auguste Rodin. Can you believe that we are not left in this condition? What love God has for us!
"Three People on Four Benches" by George Segal.
Happy Monday, all!
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