Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.
From one of my favorite books of poetic prose, and of philosophy. Chapter four, verse six. You can read more from that book here.
However hectic, frayed, harried, frazzled, and grayed you may be feeling right now (and believe me – with the avalanche of the semester’s end crashing down, careening me and 2,000 other souls on campus towards the crushing boulders of Finals Week – I’m right there with you), may the remainder of your weekend be one of rest. May you receive the gift of even just a handful of quietness (perhaps helped along by a cupful of tea : ) to carry over into the next week – a week set apart to slow down, come together, and offer thanks.
Ever notice that the most earnest thanksgiving is often precipitated by simple moments of quietness?