that resting was not a noble quest.
That diving into the dream world
for unmeasured amounts of time,
lazing around in the sun-dappled hammock
with no plan beyond was
I thought I would outgrow that.
That I would become an adult and
shed the guilt and shame of
resting my weary bones, my overripe mind.
But, alas, it was too late.
I had become
that resting would not take me higher.
That slowing down to
hear the crickets sing,
was an unworthy cause,
save for the novel idea of
making me more useful
for tomorrow’s work.
At some point,
a moment in time that I cannot remember,
but is the most precious moment of my life,
the illusion wavered.
A group of someones,
began successfully chiseling away
at this façade of contempt
with patience and persistence,
suggestions of rest as elixir and balm
for all that ailed me,
as essential source for my greatest
inspiration, creativity, joy, and service.
Now I turn toward these voices,
seek their counsel and reflection
that laud the merits of rest and repose,
drawing me closer to the truth that
I am elevated by this kindness
to body and spirit, that
the ceremony and simplicity
of stemming my constant motion is
the most noble quest of all.
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Kimberly ~ Thank you for sharing your “Noble” journey and inspiring healing. You are a gifted poet and your words reach deep into the windows of the soul.
Thank you, dear Bonnie!