Outside, branches adorned with autumn leaves are now weighed down with an unseasonal snowfall, which brought this area to a standstill yesterday. And today.
It’s beautiful out, in a broken-branches kind of way. And when the power was out for much of yesterday, our options narrowed considerably.
No computers. No TV. No lights. Just us and the fireplace. At rest – because the options were few.
We played games by oil lamp, laughed our heads off, ignored all the now-silent screens – a Sabbath of disconnection.
Today, church is cancelled, the cars will stay idle, the power is back – but we’re just here. Just us. At rest. Sandy baking in the kitchen. The dog playing in the snow. Coffee brewing.
And me with mixed feelings about the power. I can sit in front of my screen now and write this, or interact with friends on Facebook. But that unplanned screen-Sabbath yesterday – something about that really felt right.
I have to learn again how to rest. From a lot of things.