I haven’t posted in just a bit. I have been resting. Deeply. Or, entering rest is a better way to put it. Chronic illness and a multitude of issues threatened me to such a place that I needed rest. My body had been giving me the warning signs that it needed nourishing for awhile. My emotions were telling me. But, it took the love of people who care for me to show me that I needed to do something that I am otherwise known for…rest. I name that here.
As I have taken an extended leave from work to help bounce back physically, I am seeing just how fatigued I was. I see the warning signs that were all over my life even as I did my best to power through. It’s sad when others can see the warning signs before you can.
I am resting now.
Healing now.
Starting to feel the spark of my imagination now.
Crying tears of grief now.
And as I name all this I want to be clear about why I am writing today; rest is a privilege. I hate that. Rest is a luxury that is definitely knit to those with a certain socioeconomic status and path to connections. As I address my own lack of rest I see how fatigued so many that I love are. I see the warning signs and my heart is so heavy.
The constant answer of “I’m tired” when asked about how you’re doing.
The desperate need for a vacation that goes beyond wanting a change of scenery…you need it.
The attitude shift with your loved ones that you can’t seem to get ahold of.
The lack of imagination
The poor nights of sleep you have been having
The sore muscles and aches
Sometimes our bodies are tired and need to lie down. Sometimes we need a place to literally rest our head and calm our anxieties. If you need this I pray that you can get it somehow. I have beloved ones who helped me see my need for rest and they created a practical means to help me rest and recharge. I pray that you can experience this too. Love and light to you.