Saturday Morning

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I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. I am still pursued by a neurosis about work inherited from my father. A day where one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room, not try to be or do anything whatever. Tonight I do feel in a state of grace, limbered up, less strained.

~ May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude


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  1. So. Very. True. Ya gotta stop and recharge the batteries now and then…

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  2. Funny – that was one of my themes yesterday! Great minds, I guess. Totally feel better when things slow down. I can then even appreciate life better. Great post – and photo, of course!

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  3. i so agree.

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  4. That work ethic…Saturdays were always cleaning day in my childhood home. I can’t tell you how many activities I missed. When I had my own home, I made a point to never lift a finger to clean on a Saturday. I still don’t. Rebellion. ☺

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  5. I can’t help asking, is this post an example of irony or hyperbole?

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  6. I love an empty day!

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  7. Thanks for the May Sarton these days – makes me want to visit her books again.

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  8. May Sarton’s words, wise advice…I like living with no expectations, wandering to my hearts desire & being indulgent…Starting when I was in 8th grade I’d just take a day off from school, planned or spontaneous (I’d make sure I’d turned in all my work for the week and knew when the upcoming tests would be) I’d stay home by myself.in my pj’s..occasionally my younger sister would decided it seemed like a good idea and she stayed home with me…we’d watch the one o’clock movie, drink hot cocoa, eat candy, listen to music, sometimes when I was old enough to drive we’d go shopping or out to lunch with Grandma & an Aunt…in the Spring of my Senior year of High School, we had a Specialist week, that year it was tennis for me and we didn’t really have to be there on the last day, Friday so I dropped my sister off at school for her program and then I drove 50 miles to my boyfriend’s college, to surprise him…he was cramming for a Calculus exam at his frat house…didn’t get much time to visit he had to eat lunch and then go to his exam…it was nice to see him and I needed to journey back in time to pick up the sister….One of the neighbors would keep her three girls out of school and have a special day…lunch and play time! Being Intentional or Spontaneous in having time to one’s self or with a loved one, gives breathing a room to the Soul…Such a Privileged Honor to Engage In Freedom Of Time…

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  9. Reblogged this on sherriemiranda1 and commented:
    I saved this post for several days in order to post it this morning. Then I don’t bother to check the tabs so I finally see this at 12:19! Then my PC decides it’s on the warpath & I have to delete a bunch of other saved posts in order to be able to post here. That took 14 minutes.
    Now I am finally posting this & all I can say is: It has to be Saturday morning somewhere, right?
    Peace, love & time to recharge for all,
    Sherrie
    Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
    http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
    Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too. You can find it on YouTube under the same title as the book.

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