Yes, after being gone all week, my soul craves an ordinary Sunday.
A Sunday paper waiting to be read.
Sunlight warming a cotton throw.
Coffee & cream.
“Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.” ― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
Do you actively seek silence? How do you restore your soul?