The writer slept in this morning. Yesterday was an extremely exhausting day, and this week has employed more activities than most. Tired eyes prevail, and the bones ache from so much extracurricular action. The mind beckons and the body screams, the emotions wale and the spirit yearns for a time of rest.
Rest, what a novel idea: that a person might need to take a day off, get away for a while, set aside some things, take a nap, or read a book. Maybe it's a relaxing ride, or coasting in a sail boat, or cruising around a mall. It might be laying in a hammock or walking through the woods, sitting on a bench or looking over a beach. It could be bundling up in blankets on a couch watching a movie, or sitting on porch watching grandchildren. Rest comes in many forms and styles for people, however, not very many just take the time to...rest.
By the way, rest, at its basic root, implies restoration, and those who are wise enough to listen to the originator of “rest” will find themselves not nearly as tired as they used to be. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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