When time arrives, day/project done, end-point arrived? No – not then.
Too much to be done, packed up, put away, wound up.
Soon, there will be time …
Still, no place for it.
Piled-up – everything we put on stall/ignore/delay (we were so busy), that pile lurks, a vulture ready to devour bone-weary body one peck, one mouthful, at a time.
Afraid of being pecked about, we plod along – always failing forward of course, but we plod along – squeezing evert opportunity to get some – right out of every equation.
We need time for it, need a place. Busier we get – easier to dismiss, stall and shove this basic craving aside. We all do this (don’t we?), surely I’m not alone.
No, rest, the under-rated need.
written / published from Fort Saskatchewan, AB [I’m resting here among grandchildren and a cat, visiting Carla and Chad. I slept 12 hours last night … 8:00 to 8:00. I don’t know if I needed that much sleep, but I am certain I needed that much rest]
morning walk with Gusta: 17C/63F; steady breeze, sunny with streams of clouds flowing by – Gusta likes the grass, the path and the sounds of construction workers one block over …a change of pace and scenery
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