A reflection on rest and allowing ourselves to rest,
Even when going through a big move or a big shift.
This came from my own experience,
When I was changing countries,
And my body was asking me to sit down,
To listen,
To write,
And to stop creating.
I was being asked to stop,
But there was this gnawing feeling inside,
Telling me I should be doing more,
But I know this gnaw.
She has always been there,
Telling me not only that I should be doing more,
But that I should be more.
I guess there comes an age when you have followed that gnawing feeling enough,
That you now know not to.
I'm curious,
What can happen when we listen to what actually is,
And not what eats us from the inside.
Maybe this is what trust actually looks like,
Actually doing what we are being guided to do without any guilt or shame.
Insecurity might be present,
Yes,
But also a deeper knowing.
A knowing from experience.
A knowing that doesn't eat us from the inside.
A knowing that invites.
And then,
I think,
Maybe this is the unconditional love of the divine.
It proposes and then allows.
There is no forcing or submitting,
Just allowing.
