For the last month, rest has been a big priority for me. In March I did some powerful recovery work in confronting the abuses from my past. As those feelings have released and let go, it has been emotionally and physically draining. So it has been time to rest.
In the past, I would have fought it - there's something from my work ethic that says I have to be doing something to be of value. I would have pushed myself beyond comfortable limits, and made myself feel worse in the process. I guess I've learned a few things, because I'm doing really well at resting.
Rest = self love. Something I've had to learn over the years. I finally figured out that doing the healing work is like a spiritual surgery, and sometimes afterward, I need to put myself in "spiritual ICU" to let my body recover. That part of my healing is just as important as doing the work.
The picture. A couple of summers I worked the wheat harvest. It was a vision quest, to follow in my Dad's footsteps and try to figure out what happened when he disappeared for a while, and returned a changed man. He died before I could ask him.
We worked such long, hard days, that any chance you had to kick back for even a little while was a precious gift. So I just sat and chilled one day in South Dakota.