In Anne we trust. As for rest, I like to think of it as ‘breathing space’ which I define as ‘small moments of downtime, often’. Sometimes it’s sipping a cup of tea and having a good stare out the window, letting the mind wander. It seems like nothing but we know that being in mellow states like this so beneficial for the brain and nervous system. 💛
The lifey people! Yes! Love that. Life knows how to life. How to rest, to recover, to root, and when to erupt into color and joy for no reason other than the love and life of it. Thank you.
So much love to you, Anne, and to every dear person clinging to this post as to a tree branch in a rushing river. Love abides. Love wins. It must. It can. It will.
My therapist Margaret tells me to go to the lake and rest. There is a shadow in my life ( our 44 year old son who lives with us has a dual diagnosis and my brother who lives with chronic depression) and I’m learning about healthy boundaries and how not to enable them. So when I rest by gentle waves I breathe and relax.
It is amazing how healing a nap is! Also, just resting while doing “nothing.” Watching birds, butterflies, and trees swaying in the wind from my hammock are wonderful miracles that bring me so much peace and joy.
Thank you for your positive messages. You are an answer to my prayers for encouragement.
Very beautifully expressed as painful as it is very beautifully expressed. Have been through this shit before I’m not looking forward to it again but here we are We have to keep trying our best to do the right thing despite all odds.
Yes, so many of us are treading water together. Thank you for this reminder. It is encouraging to acknowledge our weariness and remember the hopefulness we possess deep inside midst this seemingly endless cacophony of disheartening news and needless violence.
As always, Anne, the pithy punch my aching heart needed to start rhythmically pumping once again. Your words sear straight through and yet with the gentleness of a friend walking us to the library for our favorite book. I don’t know how you do it, but holy shit sister, you do it every time. God bless.
This really resonated.
The hardest part about rest is that we usually don’t realize how exhausted we are until someone gives us permission to stop moving.
Floating between waves isn’t quitting.
It’s how swimmers survive the ocean.
Well said Suzy! Thank you
I can’t believe how much I needed this today!! Thank you, Anne - you truly make my heart smile 🥰
In Anne we trust. As for rest, I like to think of it as ‘breathing space’ which I define as ‘small moments of downtime, often’. Sometimes it’s sipping a cup of tea and having a good stare out the window, letting the mind wander. It seems like nothing but we know that being in mellow states like this so beneficial for the brain and nervous system. 💛
The lifey people! Yes! Love that. Life knows how to life. How to rest, to recover, to root, and when to erupt into color and joy for no reason other than the love and life of it. Thank you.
So much love to you, Anne, and to every dear person clinging to this post as to a tree branch in a rushing river. Love abides. Love wins. It must. It can. It will.
Love is.
Excellent and essential message, Annie. Thank you. ❤️
My therapist Margaret tells me to go to the lake and rest. There is a shadow in my life ( our 44 year old son who lives with us has a dual diagnosis and my brother who lives with chronic depression) and I’m learning about healthy boundaries and how not to enable them. So when I rest by gentle waves I breathe and relax.
It is amazing how healing a nap is! Also, just resting while doing “nothing.” Watching birds, butterflies, and trees swaying in the wind from my hammock are wonderful miracles that bring me so much peace and joy.
Thank you for your positive messages. You are an answer to my prayers for encouragement.
Very beautifully expressed as painful as it is very beautifully expressed. Have been through this shit before I’m not looking forward to it again but here we are We have to keep trying our best to do the right thing despite all odds.
This cortisol ridden person needed this in my inbox at this exact moment... a reminder to rest and be lifey.
We will be the lifey people. Blessed be.
Yes, so many of us are treading water together. Thank you for this reminder. It is encouraging to acknowledge our weariness and remember the hopefulness we possess deep inside midst this seemingly endless cacophony of disheartening news and needless violence.
I’m on the same page with you! 🙌🏾
“The cortisol dump of daily life under this administration.” Word.
Balm to my exhausted spirit...
As always, Anne, the pithy punch my aching heart needed to start rhythmically pumping once again. Your words sear straight through and yet with the gentleness of a friend walking us to the library for our favorite book. I don’t know how you do it, but holy shit sister, you do it every time. God bless.