rest ❤
I’m a rest connoisseur, the smoke of reset spiraling from my mouth and floating towards the clouds, my shoulders relaxing and my thoughts, pondering
I’m life-lucky enough to discover this passion, nurture it endlessly, this art of recharge
the soft peace of switching off your brain and absorbing a show with a good script and interesting connections,
a short shift ending soon, or heading home with enough spoons to still enjoy my day
the smile of comfort, the joy of cheese and pasta, microwaved in the bowl that fits my hands perfectly and my mom found for me,
of good, fresh veggies that smell good and look funky
(all from the local veggie shop with the woman who smiles at me),
the smell of dirt and life and sweat
of quiet.
the soft joy
of the sharp, cool air that reminds me of home and smells of snow
of being warm
of using “no” and being heard
of grief and the time to process it.
the soft touch of joy from dumb art my friend made, my love overflowing
giving me the permission for my writing to be dumb, too
the soft joy of clouds exploring the night sky, and watching them from my bed
of touch, and smiles, and connection
of tea, and coffee, and chai
of the tastes of home or your tongue soft against my neck,
or what about a good post and spreadsheet? organising with our AuADHD and burnout both, the comfort of protests and community and murky clarity, of feeling useful/useless, together
of finding a cause that fits your soul
and a group that needs you
and you, them
and coming together to face the unknown
and fight
(for rest)
❤
geoa
