I'm not ready to give up my ordination, my right to vote, my air conditioning, but I do wish that it was easier for me to slow down. And not just to slow down, but to stop. I love texting and facebook and my car and all kinds of 20th and 21st century advances, but I'm thinking of stepping back for a little while this holiday weekend.
Much like our 20-minute-chapel-respite provides, I am looking for a time when I am not producing or consuming or communicating: a time not to do anything, but instead to be. The 19th century was far from an ideal time, and I wouldn't want to live there ... but I might like to visit.