Here in the South, Sunday is still a sacred day. Oh, I’m sure it’s like that everywhere, but there’s just something about this time of year when we’re finally getting a respite from the unnerving heat that clears my head and reminds me to “remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy.”

Regardless of whether or not one has a religious affiliation, there’s a slower rhythm around here on Sundays. People spend time with their family. They cook large feasts instead of picking up fast food. They play in the park. They sit on the porch. They read the paper cover to cover.

There’s a reset button that’s hit and slows down the brain just enough to remind us of the things that are really important instead of the nine million things still on that To Do list. One of my friends always likes to remind people of “Clean Sheet” Sunday. Take off the old, and put on the new. It’s a fresh start–the past is past and the future looks bright!

Happy Sunday!