Where I Find Rest.
I have found rest in some of the smallest uncozy spaces . And most them have been found in nurturing spaces where I love on myself. When I see this frustrated, restless self of mine, I focus on regrouping.
My rest often hides in spaces I haven’t been in a while . I am find rest in reading books. Books titled: “Present Over Perfect.” has been one of the latest. Another is "rest", ' or "breathe" by Keri Wyatt Kent. I’m learning here, in the book self care involving being intentional about being present with those I love , and letting them know it.
I mean, when the last time you looked your loved one in the eye and said :”You know I really, really love you, right – and here’s why…” and you tell them. And then I find myself sleeping in late; maybe until nine, or ten sometimes on weekends. Or I walk a bit in the woods; or laugh at myself and sing some old songs or I listen to jazz because “ good jazz” makes you dance and get ‘all the way’ down.
Maybe the moments of rest are within our souls: capturing everything we normally miss… when we blink. When we hear those voices deep down in our heart speaks and whispers “Tell them…” and then you hesitate and say it – not because it’s just senseless, but because there’s a chance by saying it , it materializes into a deep truth,& a deep comfort for the one whose ears received it.
This is being present over perfect.
And that all matters .
Read this article also here: https://tinyurl.com/whereifindrest