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may we rest

moments to pause and praise amidst the quickening, 
the racing of vision and breath. 

moments to slow down and orient in the blooming. 

not running full speed ahead, but take these steps intentionally, too. 
savoring the opening. 

as i continue to track myself and how my energy moves in cycles, i notice this pattern where when i have more outward energy, capacity, and spoons, i can get so excited about my capacity to do, the visions flooding in, the creative energy pulsing through me to actually act on them.

over-identifying with this experience of myself is deeply a result of my capitalist and patriarchal conditioning in this society. 

i notice how in this “inner spring”, this experience of blossoming, it is so important to remind myself of the wisdoms and to carry the wisdoms of winter with me. what is it like to pause, orient, and take a breath of stillness amidst the blooming? how does this make my experience of this moment even richer, more sensation-filled, more present? 

rest is not just something i do before i bleed, when i am not feeling well, when low spoons has dictated me to bed, etc. rest is a foundational pillar of my life and health. it is something that occurs at every aspect of my cycle, whether i am dying, being born again, blooming, or decaying. 

rest is not just sleeping. rest is SO vast in it’s multidimensional nature, and capitalism and white supremacy culture and the patriarchy have us feeding very narrow definitions of what it means to rest, to be at rest. 

rest is a breath, a deep one. rest is a walk in nature. rest is unstructured time where nothing is planned. rest is plenty of space to decompress from the day in bed before going to sleep. rest is a nourishing cuddle with a loved one. rest can be so many different things for folks, and i am continuing to investigate and get curious about how my body and soul want rest in different moments. 

so, here’s to say: resting amidst the blooming is vital. pausing to titrate into a moment of stillness amidst so much activity, can actually heighten and enhance and make the experience of activity all that more rich and satisfying. 

may we rest and build a world where all beings feel permission to rest! 

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