My sweet friend, thank you for your visit today. I know this is one busy, frantic, crazy world out there, and so I appreciate you coming to spend a moment with me. It’s my hope that this is a quiet moment, and one in which we can both take a much-needed breath and just *be* …if only for a small amount of time.
August has come and for us out here on the prairie, it is a time of transition. Soon it will be my mama’s birthday, and a few days after that the kids will return to school. We will all suddenly get our acts together (well, here’s hoping!) and get on a schedule and the clockwork of a new school year will begin ticking away.
But until then….lets enjoy the calm before the storm, shall we?
Last week I was thrown off my routine by having to have a tooth pulled and then having the rest from the exhaustion of it! It was really a quick and relatively painless endeavor, but something about it just knocked the stuffing out of me, as it were….for a good day or two. My body insisted it needed rest— and also several episodes of Father Brown and some Jane Austen movies to properly convalesce.
My instinct was to push through and get up and get on with things, as there was, as usual, too much to do. But I decided to reign myself in and let myself have the rest I evidently needed….and the next day I was much better.
The whole scenario got me thinking about how much more ‘pro-rest’ people used to be in the olden days…..there were often times and scenarios when people would take to their beds. Sometimes for days or even weeks at a time.
At Hunter’s Home in Tahleqah, where I volunteer as a living history interpreter, we have the bed of the ‘Lady of the House’ in one of the parlors. Poor Minerva Murrell was sick for several years from Malaria (and probably the ‘medicine’ she was given to cure it as well) and spent the last few years of her life bedridden. However, she still wanted to be part of family life, so her grand beautiful bed was brought down to what essentially was the ‘living room’ in her 1840s home. And from her bed, she was part of family life.
In this modern era, however, we hardly allow ourselves a day of rest or recuperation….I think with my first child I was up and out the door within 24 hours of having her— which wasn’t the best decision. With our second baby I at least insisted on an extra night of rest and watching, and our nursing routine and ease into home life went much, much better.
I feel like we as people, as a nation, as a world, could do with some rest….we need to let our minds rest— heal, rejuvenate. There is nothing wrong with taking time to care for yourself— and that’s a lesson I am always relearning myself.
If we are rested, we make better decisions….we don’t lose our cool….and we can listen and speak critically and calmly. All these things seem to be in such short supply, these days, don’t they?
As we begin a new week, I know you, like me, probably have a long list of things to get done. There are times when I look forward to Mondays, and others when it feels like ‘day one of the gauntlet.’ If that second feeling is what you have on your plate right now, take a deep breath and just take things one. steo. at. a. time. That’s what I will keep reminding myself.
Take your time. Don’t rush. Take pleasure in your tasks. Understand that its ok to work on silence, to unplug. Do something repetitive that lets your mind rest. Even if its the dishes. Or folding napkins. Or feeding animals. Or weeding the flower bed. These are all tasks that need to be done. We might as well use them to help sooth our weary hearts.
When I post again I will have more work to show you, as slowly but surely— I finish up creating for the autumn open house. THEN, it will be time to start on Christmas art! But I will remind myself too, one step at a time…..
Til then, take comfort, take comfort, and most of all–