The last few days I have been resting. Yesterday was a true sabbatical. Taken away from work, encouraged by co-workers, today feels like the beginning of a new week.
And it’s only Friday.
I entered a meeting first thing this morning. For most there, this was the end of the week. Thinking was like molasses in January – thick, black and slow. As for myself, I sat back feeling like this was the headwaters of a stream of life.
So, there I was feeling like I was out of place – or more rightly – out of time.
And perhaps that’s what a sabbatical is all about – returning life to time.