The holidays are coming and I know the more I can fill my cup with rest now, the better prepared I will be to surf all the emotions with grace and love and maybe even ease. I'm keeping a late-autumn rest rhythm that is simple. Eight steps:
beneath
Walking in the winter city woods yesterday at noon with a friend. Listening. We are all so tired. I gave her permission to not be a fighting warrior right now. "It is December," I heard myself say. "Nothing is happening on the surface except death. Real life is hidden, it is beneath, it is underground. It is like soil being nourished. It is time for us to rest and listen..."