December 6, 2016
Merriam-Webster (pre-Wikipedia days for those under 20) defines Sabbath as “a time of rest.” Webster further defines rest as “a bodily state characterized by minimal functional and metabolic activities.” That does not fit my DNA. The second definition is “freedom from activity or labor.” Nope, try again. The third definition is “peace of mind or spirit.” Alright, let’s go with that one.
When we envision a Sabbath defined by peace of mind or spirit, something like sitting by a babbling brook reading a book comes to mind. Those of you who know me can attest to the fact that I am not one to sit still very long. Proof in point, Plymouth UCC provided me with a standing desk and put me in an office at the end of a long hall, which grants me a small and welcome hike to the workroom. I am curious as to the number of steps I take every day (hint, hint Santa.)
Mover that I am, I find my peace of mind or spirit on the dance floor. I am a clog dancer/instructor (look it up online and no, I don’t wear wooden shoes). It is my passion, my joy, my soul. When attending a clogging workshop, I challenge myself to stay on the dance floor the entire weekend, like the energizer bunny. This is not hard for me, as my clogging colleagues know. All work and no clogging makes Diane a grumpy girl. I am definitely at peace and pounds lighter in spirit Monday morning.
Recently, life taught me that my peace of mind or spirit does not only come with dancing up a storm, but with slowing down and treasuring time spent with loved ones. I have my mom to thank for this. I grew up in West Seattle and spent many a day with my mom strolling the sidewalks of the Junction, visiting local shops, stopping at the deli and enjoying our time together.
My mom passed away on Memorial Day 2015, and we no longer stroll together physically, I still frequently visit the Junction. Now, I actually slow down, stroll along, treasure each step I take and know mom walks with me in spirit. This gives me peace of mind, honoring what Sabbath is to me. –Diane Jacobsen
Photo: Diane Jacobsen and her mother, Moira Graham