Sounds good to me

Re-creation, holy leisure, is the mainstay of the contemplative soul, and the theology of Sabbath is its cornerstone. "On the seventh day," scripture says, "God rested." With that single image, that one line of Holy Writ, reflection, re-creation of the creative spirit, transcendence, the right to be bigger than what we do, is sanctified. To refuse to rest, to play, to run loose for awhile on the assumptions that work is holier, worthier of God, more useful to humankind than refreshment, strikes at the very root of contemplation. ...

Recreation is the act of stretching the soul. When we stop the race to nowhere, when we get off the carousel of productivity long enough to finally recognize that it is going in a circle, we reclaim a piece of our own humanity. ...

Only Sabbath, only re-creation gives me the chance to step back and think, to open up and be made new, to walk through life with eyes up and heart open, to expand the human parts of my human experience.

Illuminated Life, Joan Chittister

Lifted from Barbara's blog.

This just goes right into the middle of my solar plexus, and it whirls around in there like it's got fins and a tail.

This just goes right into the middle of my soul because in that space of holy leisure lies all the trinkets I've been uncovering, exploring, re-exploring, all those creative things that I can do that really yell "fuck you" to the culture more than holding up signs and protesting does. Turns out that being myself, and walking into what that means, fully inhabiting myself instead of abdicating 6 feet above myself, ends up being the absolute best thing I could be.

Okay. So I'm obviously not a rocket scientist. But still, who woulda thunk it?