Sunday, December 4, 2011

Home as Sanctuary

It's that time of year again when we start burrowing inside like hibernating mammals fleeing the cold. This is when I can't buy enough candles and Christmas decorating with background music seems nostalgically soothing. On this Sunday I have a beef pot roast simmering in a Crock Pot and I don't feel like doing anything.

On winter Sundays past, I have indulged in Rocky movie marathons or watched endless Sex & The City re-runs. I always cook on Sundays.  I love the smell of good food mixed with Jazz instrmentals. I think it's good for the soul to be lazy one day of the week and do whatever the hell you want--and not feel guilty about it. Europeans are masters at doing this but us Americans sometimes have trouble with it.

I will never forget going to the South of France with a friend and discovering that all the shops were closed. When we asked why everything was closed, a Frenchman explained that his country was celebrating a national holiday for the military--it was their Memorial day. He went on to say: "In France, we work to live, we don't live to work. When there is a holiday--ALL businesses close so we can enjoy the time with family and friends."

It was an aha moment for my friend and I---thinking about how U.S. stores promote huge sales so people will flock to malls on Labor and Memorial weekends.  For us cancer survivors, it's especially important to recharge our batteries and chill out. So go ahead, take a Sunday to do absolutely nothing!

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