Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday Afternoon Tea
There has been a perfect storm of out-of-the-house appointments and errands, pre-wedding busy-ness (looking up addresses and sending out Save the Date cards), writing deadlines (for a wonderful new project), and a sinus infection... and a broken washing machine.
Most of my days are do-able. I present a mental or physical list to myself of those things which must be done... those which should be done... those I wish I could do... and a few fond dreams here and there.
Most days at least the must be done items are mostly done. Some days there are some shoulds and wishes accomplished. Perhaps even a dream once in a blue moon.
But this past two weeks... oh, my! I have felt the burden of undone lists weighing upon my shoulders and waking me up in the middle of the night. When the undone includes those things you want to do and love to do and always try to make time for... life becomes burdensome.
I think such scenarios bother me to the extent they do because they remind me of my finiteness. Mankind and Womankind were originally not created to know what it is like to live in finiteness. Little did they know what was meant by "if you eat this you will certainly die".
What did we inherit from our original father and mother? Finiteness... and all that comes with it.
Thankfully I can hum the words of one of my favorite songs... I Can See Clearly Now. Although I am not a superstitious person, I think I will stop and knock on wood or something.
It looks like the storm of extreme busy-ness has gone out to the ocean leaving behind a whirlwind of papers and laundry and clutter and ideas and unanswered mail and sinuses still on Benedryl.
But the winds of undone lists are no longer blowing through my head and the rain of guilt pounding the windows of my soul is almost stilled.
Although I think it is always there... as a little drizzle reminding me that I live in 24/7 time.
Today I will rest in spite of the inner nudging of the To Do list. It is, after all, Sunday. God... who did not need to rest on the 7th day... was the loving Father who showed us the wisdom of working six days and resting the one. I have to think His To Do list is a lot bigger than mine.
Picture: Afternoon Light by Susan Rios