I’m writing this on Sunday evening, after an almost perfect day. It was pretty unproductive in the working sense, and yet I accomplished a lot.
I woke up this morning, and lay in bed for a little while planning my day. When I got up, I did yoga and showered in time for a phone appointment. Then I did a couple of errands in preparation for my afternoon, spending some one-on-one time with my middle son.
I prepared food for an earl evening potluck meal, and even had time for a nap before heading to the beach. I did battle a little guilt about all the other things on my to do list, and I still honored my body’s signals to rest.
Our potluck was a small gathering of friends at the beach near my home. We roasted hotdogs and marshmallows over a beach fire, and watched the boys play in the water and make new friends. I thoroughly enjoyed the conversation and the sun, which finally made its appearance. There was very little wind, and I was able to watch the birds flying overhead, fish jumping in the water, and just sit in good company.
After dinner, we went for a walk in the woods, and I enjoyed a tart treat of huckleberries from the same bushes that stopped me in my tracks to marvel at their beauty as they blossomed in the spring. I thanked the bushes for sharing their abundance as I harvested a handful of bright little berries.
I often forget how important it is to take time to rest. So many weekends fly by in a flurry of activities and household chores. I still had a full day, and yet, I am so much more renewed for having taken this day without worrying about housework or homework or other projects.
When was the last time you had a day of rest?