And so I rested. Sunshine spilled into our house and I continued reading Plan B. It's doing deep, fantastic things inside of my heart and under my skin. I can feel it. Sometimes tears roll... other times a sigh from my toes escapes, but always my hands are reaching. Reaching for this change, reaching for this healing. Reaching. And resting in the moment, assured of what is yet to come.
I sipped hot tea. I laid on my bed. I read. I reflected and prayed. I savored the taste of some m&m's and appreciated the warmth of my favorite slippers. I did little moments of nothing. I watched kids play. I photographed bits of pretty. I simply enjoyed.
seeps into the cracks of my harried, busy, list-laden soul.
Do you rest?