Resting

Dear Mal,
    I find it kind of hilarious that it took me like a week to make the time to respond to your blog about how busy we are and how we need more rest. I've been so busy! Which our society really does need to stop using as some kind of badge of honor.
I did listen to that radio west episode, and loved it.
  Last weekend,  I got to make a road trip out to Portland, and it had all the ingredients of soul satisfaction: beautiful scenery, fresh air, hiking, family. great food, sunshine, and some good road trippin tunes. Going someplace new and being able to soak it all in was the rest that I needed.  I often find that I need a rest from the mundane. I think that's one reason I love listening to podcasts so much, they are always teaching me something new and different,  even if I'm doing something old and the same,  like laundry, or cleaning babies bottoms (which honestly I don't mind,  Ivy's fat little baby bum is just adorable, ha ha).
    Now that I'm back to normal (which took the better part of the week to catch up), I'm thinking about what you said and how I can apply it in the day to day.
    For me, I usually try to find little pockets of zen throughout the day.  The term mindfulness is becoming a bit overused,  but I love it.  I think it's just waking up to the present moment and noticing all of your senses.  If I can catch a moment of sitting on my porch and really looking at the sky,  or my rose bush,  or Juliet's big Brown eyes, then it fills me up a little.
    So if we love rest, which we clearly do, then why so much restlessness?  Why do I feel driven? It probably is evolutionary survival skills kicking in.  But I really do need to remind myself that I'm not being chased by a lion,  and I know where my next meal is coming from.  We really do have it good in so many ways.
   My recent lack of rest is probably apparent in this blog post,  so,  yeah,  it is what it is.  But I love reading your thoughts and I loved seeing you a couple weeks ago.  It was more than a pocketful of Zen, it was like a hiking backpack full of it!
Love,
     Meg

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