Stillness and Massage

I struggle with stillness. I love productivity and efficiency. I think these things define a good day. I love checking thing off of my list. But I’ve been slowly changing my definition of a good day. I thought about this today as I got a massage. It is a treat that I budget for and…

Quiet Hour

My life needs a quiet hour. I am continually prodded for more productivity, accomplishments, efficiency. Much of this prodding comes from within my own head and heart. There are very few voices in my life telling me to stop. Rest. Just be. I need more of those voices. I need a quiet hour. Every day.…

Beholding Rest

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” This adage has been said for decades, but I believe much more is in the eye of the beholder than beauty. Adventure, love, challenge, accomplishment, even rest — all in the eye of the beholder. I’ll share an example: I got a special deal when I bought…

Forced Stillness

I’m sick. My voice sounds both sultry and squeaky with varying frequencies. I feel like Phoebe from Friends singing Smelly Cat with her raspy, mucous-coated vocal cords. It’s no fun. Here’s what I’ve accomplished over the past two days: Illness is one of the few things that makes me stop. Really pause and rest. I…

The Story of Me, Part III

The dark, mournful, mostly unknown story of me, continued. Keep reading. It gets happier! I found people who would sit and listen. People who could discern when they needed to speak and offer wisdom or verses or song lyrics, and when they just needed to hug me and offer tissues. I am so thankful for…