Happy Sunday!
Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy (end of) Teacher Appreciation Week!
I’ve been trying to write this post all week and yet between being crunched for time and technical difficulties (could be WordPress or user error – the jury is still out on that), it just hasn’t happened.
I am happy to finally be telling you about this book.
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You all know I love me some rest. In fact, I am currently enjoying a Pajama Day and I even have a Rest Manifesto.
Part of what I see as my role in life is to try to convince people to slow down and chill the hell out a bit. What is the damn hurry, anyway?
I found this book on a blog {forgive me, I have since lost the link} and when I asked the always lovely Madeleine about it, she highly recommended it.
Let’s be honest, the title alone was enough to pull me in.
I’ll admit, I cringed a bit about all the religious stuff. That’s how I knew I really loved this book, I kept reading despite the cringing. The resting suggestions are cringe-worthy if you ask me.
Here’s a little gem I shared with my Sunday Snoozers last week:
Remember the Sabbath. Rest is an essential enzyme of life, as necessary as air.
Sort of sums it up, right?
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
My life is so.much.better. when I take the time to chill out and get enough sleep. It’s better when I don’t take on every project offered or try to do everything in one day…or even all the yoga poses offered.
Having a hard time convincing yourself rest is time well spent?
Well, Wayne Muller (the author) has pulled evidence from many world religions arguing GOD wants you to rest.
Yes, you read that right: even GOD wants you to rest.
With chapters titled Rest for the Weary, The Joy of Rest and A Life Well Lived plus micro actions and poems, this is a perfect yoga book for the most non-yoga person.
I highly recommend this book.
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Poetry Break!
LET EVENING COME
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her sliver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to the air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
–Jane Kenyon
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