Debussys Clair de Lune is the only sound I hear in the kitchen this morning as it plays on the radio. It's noon now and Lauralea is still in bed, fast asleep. She had a difficult night, and she's been exhausted these days, so I'm happy she could sleep a while.Â
The snow is falling in big puffy flakes in the field right now amidst a grey muted sky.
It's so quiet here today and I need this day right now. I need the quiet and solace from the normal pace of life, I needÂ Sabbath, and this is good.
So maybe nothing physical or practical gets done today, and that's exactly how it should be. Today is a day for my soul to catch up to the rest of me. The quiet, the snowflakes and the beautiful music help to heal me, to restore my soul.
Enough of this for now. Back to my sabbath.
Blessings from The Field.