“Every walk to the woods is a religious rite, every bath in the stream is a saving ordinance. Communion service is at all hours, and the bread and wine are from the heart and marrow of Mother Earth.”
I’m remembering Sunday mornings as a little girl and a teenager. Everyone hurrying and scurrying to get ready for Sunday School and church, dressing in our nicest clothes. Last-minute ironing. The smells of coffee and bacon, homemade grape jelly, shoe polish, and my dad’s cologne wafting through the house. That little brown leather shoeshine kit was a familiar Sunday morning accessory in my house. Yellow egg and purple jelly stains on the Sunday comics.
Then along the way, things changed….my ideas about Sundays and God and worship. Mr. Burroughs said it eloquently.
This morning, I’m being lazy. It’s gray and cloudy outside my window. Rain’s on the way, then cold air, maybe even a little snow. I want to snuggle in the covers longer, but work awaits, coffee needs made, and kitties are starting to demand to be fed. Their patience is running out and they’re getting cranky with each other.
Have a lovely and peaceful Sunday wherever you are.