Actually it's another sign! The sole of my right foot has developed near crippling pain making it difficult to walk.
I long to rest and yet I do not. Last night I went to bed resolved to have a day "at home". First thing this morning, I changed my mind and here I am.
Sunday morning, Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. This park bench beckoned as I strolled along - well I hobbled! Admiring the many shops and cafes - packed with hikers and bikers. I could not stay away.
It's fascinating to observe myself. Thirty eight days. Two major cities, friends and family visits, teaching, writing, exploring five English counties. Not one day of rest.
I think I am good at resting. The evidence tells another story. I relish a day at home. Yet I also experience the tug of "wasted time", compelling me to activity and moving around.
Rest is an action. An active choice to cease movement, to be still. To take time for this activity in our waking hours. Notice how many of us have relegated the activity of rest. Limiting rest to the unconscious hours of sleep.
The value of rest extends far beyond preventing exhaustion. It fuels our creativity, our energy and vitality.
Time for me to respond. To treat rest with the respect it deserves. I'm on the road again tomorrow. Then I come to rest. Days of a different pace. Time to be still.
To what extent can you relate to my experience?
I intend to "rest this field" and reap the bounty. Join me in the experiment and let's see what happens.
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