Notes from a reminder to rest. I had always scoffed at my pastor’s injunctions to rest while working. To rest, I thought, was to sit in my cave and cry until I had no more tears left, and then emerge, victorious, having poured our all my demons onto the floor and left them. It is a much more restful path to walk between the superiority of gladiator’s sandals, and the inferiority of a hiding monk. All professions, all possessions, can be unhealthy. All classes can save a life. Drink tea. Feel your feelings. Carry a sword. Use it to cut rabbits out of traps. They will run. They may not even thank you properly. They certainly will not ask questions, hind legs all pent up, muscles over and underdeveloped from straining against the twine. Because you have saved yourself, their thanks is appreciated, and blessedly unnecessary. Blessed are those who thank themselves, for they shall be well appreciated. #selfapproval #nobility #themiddlepath #reliefcarving #penandpaper #beatitudes https://www.instagram.com/p/CNHuE7zBNGn/?igshid=4s2t5kbjve4d