15 seconds of Trees
rest
Fill my bag with possibility and colour
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With Summer finally here, I’ve been able to slow down and rest and write.
I’ve been spending some quality time over on my Patreon page.
I’ve just shared about my current adventures . Check it out above.
The Goddess of Rest pt. 3
The Slow Path
is a happy path
The Goddess of Rest pt.2
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
The Goddess of Rest
Rest is important to me after a lifetime of hustling and running on empty to be the most productive person alive. All to be loved . All to be accepted. All to be successful on somebody else’s terms.
Not anymore. Nine years ago my eyes were forced open to the system. This grind culture. White Supremacy Culture. This only getting your worth from what you do rather than who you be.
No I no longer buy into that crap.
Rest is paramount for me these days as I’ve realised I cannot fulfil all things I want to do in my pursuit of joy and purpose if I do not take my right amount of rest. If I do not stop and smell the roses and {BE}.
This summer I’m taking an extended rest and the Goddess has come visiting as a result.
The Goddess will be showing up this summer because she can. Because she’s ready. Because she has further things to teach me.
Finding One-Ment
Samyeling Tibetan Buddhist Centre, Langholm, Scottish Borders
Living in the /cracks/
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been here.
This year is flying. I’m not sure how I’m marking the time.
I seem to be flowing in and out of the /cracks/ with consciousness and then not.
The brain is foggy at the moment after a busy period. And maybe I’m not as coherent as I’d like to be.
As words fail me, I’m coming back with imagery. Evidence that I have been living and experiencing joy and pleasure but maybe not consistent enough.
I know I long for summer and I’m tending to my needs to get over that line into restland.
I’m not there quite yet. But I can see it in the distance.
Soon come.
Rest is a Revolution
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
When I start avoiding people. Start avoiding those conversations, connections with other people. Not being able to muster the energy to just look someone in the eye, I know it is time to unplug, unwind and retreat.
When my mind becomes a jumbled mess of to-dos, guilt-tripping myself galore with feelings of not being good enough. Then I know it is time to unplug, unwind and retreat.
When I no longer receive pleasure from the things I love to do, like writing, creating, eating. {BEING}. I know then, time to step away from the tasks, the commitments, the noise, the violence and the ruin and hide.
Stop. Breathe. Lick wounds. Apply water inside and out. And come back to centre. My centre. Me, being just me.
No actions or words in attempt to prove myself. No singing and dancing routine to grab your attention. Nothing wise or in service here.
Just someone unplugging from the system unsure whether or not she wants to plug back in on someone else’s terms.
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