This morning, I find myself wanting just this: to sit on the sofa and stare out the window. Sacred dawdling, as Sue Monk Kidd calls it. When I first read those words, I thought, Dawdling as sacred? Really?
But it is sacred, because it is an act of faith. To stop my work, be unproductive, and simply look out into the new day … this requires trust.
When I do this, I feel as though I am coming close to a subversive act.
To sit around? On a Thursday morning at 10am, when I ‘should’ be working? On a Thursday morning at 10am, when in another lifetime (and by that I mean two years ago), I would have been sitting down to a long series of meetings at my former workplace?