Saturdays

Come, rest awhile

Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.

Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,

That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear­

The wayward chimes of memory's pensive bells,
Wind-blown o'er misty hills and curtained dells.

One step aside and dewy buds unclose
The sweetness of the violet and the rose;

Song and romance still linger in the green,
Emblossomed ways by you so seldom seen,

And near at hand, would you but see them, lie
All lovely things beloved in days gone by.

You have forgotten what it is to smile
In your too busy life­come, rest awhile.

Lucy Maud Montgomery


My flat is quiet- not as tidy as it could be, laminated floors winter cold. I think about putting the heating on (off it's timer)- but go for the dressing gown over everything else.

I savour the peace, make tea, peanut butter and white bread.

Household tasks to be done, laundry, lounge to tidy- things to do later, but first I read Day 1 of Gentle Rain on Tender Grass (readings from the Pentatuech) by Sharon James. Genesis ch 1 verses 1-25.

"But ask the beasts and they will teach you;
the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you;
or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you;
and the fish of the sea will declare to you.
Who amoung all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
In his hand is the life of every living thing." Job 12:7-10

Writing in the new notebook (never did a girl have so many notebooks), diagrams to remember the days of creation, and a prayer.

I make some lunch, DVD playing and I start sorting out study materials for my exam. Reading to do later.

White curtains hang in the lounge, light filtering through, the winter sky faded from cool blue to cloudy white.

And so I rest and take stock and say thank you for the blessings.