Rest. Shabbat. Sabbath. All these words speak to a specific rhythm of life in order to thrive in spirit, soul and body. When I was a young girl, we would spend the weekend with my grandparents in Albuquerque. They had an apartment next to the main shopping mall. My sisters and I would put on our roller skates and head out to the mall parking lots. They were completely empty! All the stores closed on Sundays. It was a given day of rest. It was accepted and appreciated. It

Wait. Hope. When I was a young girl, our family would go to the lake for a week in the summer. We were a family of eight children and most of the time we were joined by our cousins. The big adventure was night fishing, but the boat only held so many. Every year, I anticipated being old enough to go night fishing, hoping it would be my turn. My dad would say, “Every doggie has his day”, after I was told to wait, yet another year. I felt disappointment, yet deep down I knew I