Rest in a Busy Life

I closed my eyes for a conversation about rest and found a private beach where time does not exist, potatoes whisper, and nobody asks what we are having for dinner. Before this conversation, I had written honestly about how bad I had been feeling. Pressure had been building since November. The Mayor knew some of…

How a full weekend, an afternoon nap, a bike ride, and a quiet evening on the sofa reveal what real rest looks like. Sometimes a conversation begins with one question and quietly answers another. This one started with “rest in a busy life.” But beneath that was something more familiar: how do you keep going…