Buenas Noches Travellers,
AHHHHH, Sunday night….
I have to say I enjoy the Spanish words for “Good Evening” more than any other language. For some reason, those words feel so sublime and exude a sort of warmth.. A simmering or smoldering feeling… like the best summer nights we are all waiting for…doesn’t that very thought make you smile…
Let’s talk about rest.
Say it out loud a few times. Because reading a word and saying it feels differently.
It sounds like a reclining word, doesn’t it? Or like it’s eyes are gently closed with a soothing on it’s face.
Relaxing, restoring, rejuvenating. Resting.
I tend to think of rest requiring some kind of lesser noisiness as well. We don’t want to disturb it now, do we?
I think it needs a kind of internal stillness. Except for your ever beating heart. Have you considered recently how very relentless your heart is?
I could safely say that my modus operandi in this life is “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”.
All GO, Almost All the time. Though I have learned to sleep in the past 5 years.
The phrase “Pace yourself” has always failed my understanding. I can pace myself in the fast lane, but slowing down outside of my sleep hygiene ritual is hard for me to take. I can sit in the silence of my home for an hour or two. I can bask in a sunrise or sunset or the sun shining into my home. I can sit with my cats and dogs and give them their due appreciation. I can savor my food, music, good books, an hour of tv, for a short duration. I can enjoy my garden. I feel I have a solid daily appreciation of the sensual beauty of this life. But I wouldn’t call it rest.
And it has recently come to my attention that I should take a rest sometimes.
I hadn’t taken a day off from working out in so long I can’t remember. Last summer I started working out hard everyday and never stopped…if I was my client, I would have a lecture for that…your body needs to recuperate and recover. It needs rest outside of sleep.
I am honestly terrible at resting. I feel guilty for it and I’m not sure where that is coming from.
Do you allow yourself to rest? OR is this just my problem?
Since I’m all about embracing uncomfortable things, I decided to not work out on this past Friday and yesterday…of course I went back to it today. I also slept in late this weekend and didn’t do as much as I usually do. I’m not sure if that’s actually what “rest” is, but I’m working on it.
I’m working on resting.