Place: On my Lounge
Poison: Long Black
Favourite Things: The garbage man who just fixed my wheelie bin!
I am taking time to read. Which in the last couple of years has become a rarity. Before the season of chaos, that has been my everyday for the last two years, reading was one of my favourite pastimes.
The next few weeks mark the change of season, as I scoot into the last few days of work and transition into long service leave and pre marriage bliss!
Back to my topic. Psalm three has one paragraph that truly took my breath away today.
‘I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I am up again- rested, tall and steady, fearless.’
How often are we afraid of rest?
How often are we afraid of doing nothing?
In a time poor society, where success is equated by our calendars and the amount of friends following us on twitter, where is the medal for rest and recuperation.
How many of us have annual leave piling up and awaiting use?
Rest is imperative, to a creative, productive cycle. Recreation is just as important as creation.
God clearly marked out a cycle of creativity, yet I think we are the ones that have tried to tinker with it.
On the seventh day God rested and said ‘It is good’
Im ready for a new journey of writing. Im working on a new manuscript draft title Capture 365 days of inspiration ‘The art of doing nothing’…
Rest up, dear creative friend.
A new season is upon us.
Love always
A
