My year started with a book that came to me with providential timing.
Last year was a tough year. Really tough. I ended it thoroughly depleted; staggering into the Christmas break emotionally, spiritually and physically wrung out. More than ever, I needed a rest… a sabbath, if you will.
Enter: Sabbath, by Nicola Slee. Slee’s thoughtful and vulnerable book is based on a poem by Wendell Berry, which begins describing his journey into sabbath rest:
I go among trees and sit still.Wendell Berry, Sabbaths
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
Real rest requires an element of intentionality – a deliberate pause in order to find the stillness. As my exhausted brain worked through the mess of the year, it began to quiet as I allowed it to process, rejuvenate, recharge.
Reflecting on the book, and on my own relationship with rest, it occurred to me that sabbath actually has an element of work; it involves the work of resting.
To rest actively requires us to consider what has made us tired, and to sort through the chaff in our minds.
But fortunately, this quiet work of the sabbath comes with a reward.
After days of labor,Wendell Berry, Sabbaths
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
Doing the hard work of rest is valuable. It is also, at times, painful. As I took stock and reflected, I could see truths and realities in a way that I could not in the noise and busy-ness of life.
As I approached the end of my break, I wrote in my journal:
This year – more than ever – I have limped over the finish line, frailer and sicker than I have ever been.
Slee says that this is normal – sometimes to enter sabbath is to have it all crash down on you as your body catches up. But this year has been particularly torrid and I think this has had an effect. The last few days have been tough. I begin work again tomorrow and my body knows it. I don’t want to do it.
I need more time.
Even just little more time.
Leaving sabbath is difficult, and not just because we connect with ourselves and with God in it.
Leaving sabbath is hard because we return to a world we do not control, and which has marched on in our absence. Even if I was in control of my world (which I am not), returning is hard as it has grown out of my control in my absence.
While I have been in sabbath, I have been discovering (or rather remembering) some of my passions that bring me joy.
And that, I suppose, is good. Anxiety may be the price of leaving my sabbath woods, but a renewed sense of self and (hopefully) better tools to find rest again are what I take from it.
There are certain parallels between leaving sabbath and leaving the strangeness of this season, whenever that may be.
2020 has forced many of us into a form of sabbath; a mandatory degree of rest and reflection that we have not had before. In many senses, the year has been traumatic… But it has also been an opportunity to reset and renew our inner worlds.
Leaving this form of sabbath will come with its own challenges.
Leaving any sabbath is hard. But eventually the sabbath must end.
The key is to take its lessons and its energies to meet the new day.
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This is so good James. Love the quotes. Sabbath is such a gift. I love to think of forced sabbath of the land (exile) after Israelites refused to rest It every seven years as commanded – length of exile also equates to number of years thus did not rest the land. Matthew talks about our hearts as soil. I have often wondered if we could calculate how many sabbaths we did not observe, if there would be a direct correlation to burnout length or sickness length? Obviously no theological or statistics proof, but I do wonder??