The presence of Sowilo (or Sowilu) at this time means we have persevered through hardship and truly mastered the work. Whatever has been pressing, its breakthrough and recently-revealed wisdom are lasting.
It never occurred to me to get more sleep. Sleep was for wimps. Sure, I was tired, I'd joke, but there was no way I was going to take a nap. I didn't have time for a nap.
What woman has time for a nap?
Learning to wind down at the end of a day without a laptop, cellphone or tablet assaulting our retinas is a modern-day challenge. But give it a try. If you can unplug your electronics at least an hour before bed, you might get a night of good sleep.
Someone told me that the average person, when asked how he/she is, answers with the singular word "busy." The sad thing is that no one questions this, everyone assumes it is just the way things are. We have lost touch with the sacred ritual of taking time for ourselves for renewal.
What do we get for slowing down, for sitting peaceably at summer's end, talking of poetry? We get called an idler by the noisy set, the productive people, the bankers, the schoolmasters, the clergy, the active folk, the busy people.
Many of us are so busy doing whatever it takes to keep all the balls bouncing that we fail to even notice how depleted we are becoming until the wheels begin to fall off our wagon and something forces us to stop.
Rest and joy are two things that can help us assess our ideas before we try to transform them into reality. And those two aspects are what define one of Judaism's signature contributions to the world -- Shabbat.
Tell the truth to yourself about how much time you actually -- other than sleep -- truly come to rest: not accomplishing anything, not planning anything, not going anywhere. Probably not much time at all, if you're like me.
A spa, even if only as a metaphor, is a destination that we need to visit, study and copy, because it allows the very respite from the madness of most of our lives that affords us the necessary breathing, reflection and contrast.
Is that screen and keyboard often in your hand the greatest personal and professional tool ever, or is it the devil's device, insidiously sucking the time out of your life and the life out of your soul?