Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on respite.
A rest, a moment of relaxation. A chance to breathe, a chance to rest your body, your bones, your mind, your limbs, your joints. A rest that is needed, a respite.
Relief, comfort, and a place to find peace. Peace and comfort. Who is not looking for peace and comfort?
In the beginning of 2020, my entire being was looking for this rest, the relief, this comfort. I needed my mind to stop spinning, my body to stop pushing, I needed my toes and fingers and feet to rest. I needed to find a quiet spot in this world.
I'm sad to say that the world needed to stop spinning for me to get there, but I got there.
I'm sad to say that I needed to be told to not move to stop moving, but I stopped moving.
I'm sad to say that I needed to be told I wasn't allowed to leave my home to find rest, but I did rest.
I found my respite, rest, comfort, calm, and my body felt as if it was melting into beds and chairs. My mind felt better. My brain. My emotions. I felt my rest.