Everyone – and I mean everyone – should be reading Sabbath in the Suburbs by MaryAnn McKibben Dana. Even if you don’t live in the suburbs. Even if you don’t think you need a Sabbath. Even if you think it is impossible to keep a Sabbath.
So many of us complain/suffer/find ourselves in the fetal position dealing with our lives. We are too busy. We are too exhausted. We are overwhelmed.
Why don’t we do something about it? MaryAnn did and she explains why doing something about it transformed everything from her soul to the lawn mowing schedule. How do we teach Sabbath to our children who are shuttled from soccer practice to dentist appointments to piano lessons? Are they all doomed to etch “Hurry Up, Let’s Go!” on their parents tombstones as MA feared?
And honestly, many of my single friends and retired friends also find themselves swirling in the vortex of calendar-craziness. How can some people be even busier in retirement than they were as employees? But it happens.
So what can we do about it? We can start by joyfully reading this book. Not only is it elegantly written and intimately revealing, but it might really stir a hunger that can’t be satisfied until we do something about the gnawing anxiety deep inside every one of us.
And on a personal note: I started writing this blog six years ago this month because of the nurturing and wildly talented MaryAnn McKibben Dana. Thank you MA.