Thank you Oloriel for setting today’s prompt. Hope you are feeling better soon.
Today, I would like you to create or share pieces that for you mean : rest
Rest is something hard to find these days. We are both exhausted due to lack of sleep and unable to bounce back with a catch up nap in the afternoons.
It’s also hard to relax with the media full of the energy crisis, inflation, and that the government is doing nothing to stop the extortionate increases being implemented. Those in power won’t have a problem as they claim so much back on expenses, and if they aren’t earning the big bucks, they are already multi millionaires who have no concept at all how many people are not only struggling, but going to die this Winter.
That kind of rest is permanent.
Years ago, I would lose myself in music. Through it, I could express my emotions and really thump out a tune (like ‘I Who Have Nothing’) with venom to get my frustrations out of my system. Dad always knew when something was on my mind not by what I played, but the way I played it. My hands won’t let me play a much as I’d like, or how I used to. Gone are the thumpers as my joints can’t bear the pressure and these days it’s the old ballads played slowly and gently.
If a piano wasn’t available, it would be writing and poetry, reading or maybe cooking.
Walking Maggie was a good way to relax, and will be with Maya too once we master the leadwork training and her wilfulness. We have good walks, not so good walks, and really bad days like at class this morning. She’s still a puppy, but because of her size, we tend to forget that. We love her to pieces, but she is hard work.
Blogging provides an outlet for my expression, though even that is a struggle these days due to time as the day gets away from me. It’s nearly 8.30 in the evening here and I still haven’t finished reading what is in my reader. I have however responded to pingbacks and comments so far, both of which are important to me.
I wrote this in November 2019, three days after my mastectomy.
Rest was so important and both of us had had little of it.
I watch you sleep.
So tired, so drained,
You’ve aged ten years in as many days.
Breathing deep and slow,
Your face relaxed,
But concern etched in every line.
We share our pain and ills
You and I,
What is felt by one
Is sensed by the other.
I sleep,
Knowing you are there
Watching over me.
Rest is key,
However hard that may be
I know I must surrender.
So tired, so drained,
I watch you sleep,
I will get well.
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I think rest is an issue everywhere. We don’t really appreciate the benefits.
You’re right. Sometimes we are too busy to think about it. I know I was when I was working.
I love this poem – it is full of caring and love and very much from the heart! I hope Maya does better soon…
Thanks!
A heartfelt write, and the poem was, to not sound wrong – but beautiful; I hope the mantra at the end came through and you are getting well.
As for the topic, I find it puzzling how have we and when have we started not believing and practicing rest for rest’s sake, and have ended up in a life where many of us see the things we enjoy doing that are not classified as work and constant state of dread and worry – turned into resting.
I am well thank you Oloriel. I have been exceedingly fortunate and had so much support from our friends and those here in WP. My mastectomy was three years ago and the scar so smooth you can’t feel the join. I am still me, feel great, and only once have I tried to lift a boob that is no longer there when I was having a shower.