I suppose the contrast between the last day of the sabbath year and the first day of the next year doesn’t have to be so stark. In this case it was. I found myself solo-parenting four children in a house I had moved into less than one week before. Most of our things were still in boxes and the upstairs bedrooms were hot and bright as daylight lasts until 10pm in Seattle during the summer. So we pitched tents in the basement and had a campout. Between settling into a new house, working and parenting, there isn’t much room for anything else these days. This might be the new normal. In retrospect, we should probably mark the start and end of sabbath years with a big celebration of sorts. A feast or bonfire maybe. I’ll write that idea down for next time. I will do some deeper reflecting soon, but