It’s Saturday, which means its Shabbat (the Hebrew word meaning “sabbath”), and I’m using a computer.
My husband and I started becoming more “Shabbat observant” a few years ago. It had been a slow evolution from originally just lighting candles on Friday night, reciting “Baruch ata HaShem, Elokeinu melech haolam, borei p’ri hagafen” (Blessed are you, lord our G-d, sovereign of the universe, who brings forth the fruit of the vine), and having a nice dinner (and going to services on Saturday morning about once a month), to now, when we do actually turn off our computers/phones/etc, we don’t drive the car, we don’t answer the phone, and we don’t turn on the tv or radio. A huge factor that influenced our much more observant habits was the addition of our two boys. We were also influenced by our friends over at S-Central (she blogs at Just Your Average Adventure), who we will never match, but can keep on trying.
I’ve come to really treasure Shabbat. It is, after all, referred to as a delight in many shabbat songs, and to be treasured.
When we first started observing more of shabbat more regularly, it seemed like a punishment. The focus seemed to naturally be on the restrictions, and there didn’t seem to be much positive aspects to rejoice in.
But now, I really miss the opportunity to “turn off” and disconnect. I think, especially with the torrent of information that is coming at us all the time during the week, having a time and space to reconnect to family, nature, and one’s own thoughts is increasingly valuable. And, this weekend, attending my work’s retreat, took that opportunity away.
Thank goodness there’s always next week to get another chance to disconnect and reconnect.