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Sabbath calls
I rarely answer
Self-important or fear-filled

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Rests in the Rhythm,
The pauses create music.
Listen with your heart.

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Rest                 Rest is something I have yet to teach  Myself to do well. Too many lists.          Busyness keeps serenity out of my reach.  

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Rest                 Rest is something I have yet to teach  Myself to do well. Too many lists.          Busyness keeps serenity out of my reach.  

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dm

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Refuse the idol of constant activity,
admit the truth of who you are, more
being than doing, and take your rest.

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That yesterday’s word was rest is not lost on me, because I was lost to rest.

After a sleepless night, I couldn’t pull together enough brain cells to write three lines.

But today, after an excellent night’s rest, I’m ready for the humor.

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rest

a justice issue

those who can afford it rest

the rest provide the labor to make that happen

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Let go the resistance
Take up the invitation
Respond to the beckoning
Give in to the yearning
Hush! Listen.
"Come! Come. Rest in Me"

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One who could do anything chose a time of rest

It’s a mitzvah to offer sanctuary (I didn’t look it up, that could be wrong)

We are allowed to offer sanctuary to our own weariness

BWH

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A walk in the Sierra mountains

Tea with a friend

It doesn’t take much to revitalize the soul – so why do we make it so hard?

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Sometimes rest is sitting with hands tangled in vibrant yarn, wooden needles clicking as fabric appears;

Sometimes rest is silence between me and a beloved, con-spiring in peaceful presence;

Sometimes rest is just that pause waiting for the heart to open.

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Our hearts are restless
Until the God who rested
Gives us God's own rest

WDRplus

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I was disappointed to learn that one third of our lives are spent asleep.
Then I learned to love rest, the sweet release of responsibility for the day, the reminder that I was not built to tackle it all.

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If we cannot rest, we cannot get the emotional distance we need to see ourselves in context. We feel beleaguered, put upon, attacked by our circumstances. We resist the reality of our actions - and their consequences.  Nothing we do is ever enough for the yawning maw of capitalism.

Put it down. Even just for an hour. Your productivity does not define your worth. Sometimes the best thing you can do for other people is to remember yourself. You are enough.

You do not have to save the world.