Saturdays and Sundays

I used to dream of having “cottage meetings” in my living room. In my mind, they were unfettered religious discussions.

As I was applying to become the executive director of Quaker House, imagine how wonderful I thought it was that Fayetteville Friends met in the living room. There was even a short pew as part of the furniture!

I still think it is wonderful.

But, as I am settling into new routines, and this morning found myself catching up on dishes, doing laundry so that cloth napkins would be clean (today is potluck Sunday), straightening up, and sweeping floors, the words of a song from my childhood came to mind, “Saturday is a special day, it is the day we get ready for Sunday.”* The words go on to describe all the errands and cleaning that are done. As a child, I did not think cleaning was so special, despite the happy little tune. I still don’t. But, I don’t want to spend my Sunday mornings doing it — in the way that it gets done because people are coming over.

And, I have been doing it every Sunday morning since September 1.

I did all the regular running of errands and grocery shopping yesterday (Saturday), along with everyone else in the world, it seemed. I did some work, because what day of the week does an executive director of a small nonprofit not work at least some part of it? At that point, the last thing I wanted to do was the cleaning and straightening. Saturdays are the one day when other people are not actually scheduled to be in my home — usually. They are kind of special to me in that way. I felt I deserved a little downtime.

And, I don’t disagree with that assessment.

But, I also would rather go into Sunday worship not having had to first do so much housework. I think I will try to fine-tune that part of my new routines and life.

Because, while you still can’t convince me that doing chores in order to prepare for a future day is special, my quiet Sunday mornings are special. I miss them.

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*Children’s Songbook, No. 196, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1989. Words and lyrics by Rita S. Robinson, arr. by Chester W. Hill.

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Artful Expressions

Chuck Fager organized an art event at Spring Friends.

There was music by Scott Holmes and Company (Caleb and Liam).

There were all sorts of handmade books by Lynette Russell, including this little (about 5 inches tall) bookcase book, with books.

Beautiful quits and query cards (not pictured) by Mary Miller.

There was poetry reading, too, including selections from Emily Dickinson read by Chuck Fager, Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson, read by Elizabeth Osborne (wonderful life lessons), The House was Quiet and the World was Calm by Wallace Stevens, read by Kara VanHooser (perfect for readers), and Freedom’s Prayer by Scott Holmes, read by him (defense attorneys might relate).

The event was called the Art of Fearlessness and was in conjunction with similar events in other areas. Sharing creations of the soul takes a bit of fearlessness. Plunging into your dreams takes a bit of fearlessness, too.

What would Fearless You do?

What do you create? What would you like to create?

There are still many things left for me to create.