i want to say more. but what more is there to say. rest does not come easily. perhaps never did.
tv’s and computers, radios and 24/7 work hours, blackberries, i-phones, e-mail and all of the other temptations and post modern evils
rest is not dictated by the setting sun but rather by our own ability to carve
literally carve away all of the hubris. no?
i am a disaster at this carving. me. the artist. unable to carve my own respite.
so that is one of the places i am starting. resting. doing less.
i’m scared by this doing less. it’s un-american for one. right?
it’s un-womanly, un-motherly. we are supposed to do, do and do some more. are we not?
it’s a question.
but i’m not.
not this week.
i am doing less. last night i went up stairs before 10 pm. i believe our light was out by 10:30. it wasn’t easy. my mind was racing, my heart literally seemed to be jumping out of my chest (yes, i’ve cut back on the caffiene – but more on that another day) this was the second day in a row that i’ve gone to bed at an earlier hour and each time sleep did not come easily. nor did i stay asleep, but that was partly food related i think too.
enough of holding the belly lint up to the sunlight.
this is just to say (thanks WCW) i am getting more rest.
and it is good.
i will keep you posted.
This sounds so good (and hard). Hope you find rest.
Oh yeah, belly lint…….irresistable.
Okay, snapped out of it. Yes, doing less is hard. I remember the days when I used to just lay on the couch and flick through the channels and read and then fall asleep. In the middle of the day! I’m relentlessly busy. But I do go to bed early because without my sleep I am literally a freak, sometimes a beast. Mental health days should be mandatory in this life.