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Forced Downtime

 

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Counted among the many blessings of having a new baby is the underrated need to do nothing. Literally nothing. When that baby falls asleep in your arms, you are forced to sit and rest. Sure you could set the baby down in the crib or, in my current case, in the kennel, but why miss out on that chance to be still and soak in that sweet baby smell?

Today, I had to sit and be still. Though our nights are already improving–I was only up once to potty Lil’ Bit last night–the sleep deprivation is still there. So, when this little one was ready to nap after his high energy romp in the newly fallen snow, I dried his paws, brushed his coat dry, watched him close his eyes, and quickly fall asleep in my arms. Then came the snores, those grumbling, low throated snores that beckoned me to both giggle and stay put.

With a deep breath in and a long sigh out, I turned off the noise in my head that rattled off the perpetual list of things I should do. I relaxed my muscles and felt my body sink deeper into the chair. And gratefully, I surrendered to the need to be still and rest.

NaBloPoMo 2017

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A respite for the eyes and soul.

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When my eyes are weary and my soul feels heavy, I love to escape to the mountains. My favorite place is anywhere I can find streaming water such as a creek or river. My senses come alive but are simultaneously soothed as fill my lungs with the crisp air and allow my eyes to rest on the moving canvas created by the water. Though the water moves, it is often hypnotic with its constant rhythm of motion, providing the perfect respite. Sadly, escaping to the mountains is not always an option.

Sometime back, a dear friend of mine gave me one of the best decorating tips I have ever received. “Always leave blank space for your eyes to rest in a room,” she advised. In other words, as your eyes move around the room, leave a wall or a table surface empty so your eyes can take a respite from their work. Now, I am one who doesn’t necessarily like clutter, but I do have a home that is well lived in and I like seeing things that bring me joy and tell the story of our family.  In my living room hangs: a painting gifted to my father by a patient who didn’t have the funds to pay, a beautiful garden painted and given to me by one of my closest friends before she passed away, a coastal watercolor that belonged to my father-in-law, and few other things that have greater personal significance than monetary value.  Each brings my heart joy, but each also calls on my eyes to work in some way when I’m in that room. Therefore, there are some areas left intentionally blank.

At the end of a long day (or anytime the TV seems too loud for both my eyes and my ears), I shift my focus to the blank wall space to the right of the TV. The muted, neutral wall welcomes my gaze and, while I stare at the nothingness, I concentrate on my breathing, Sometimes, I see nothing but the blank wall and, sometimes, I use the blank canvas to picture a flowing stream in my mind. As my eyes enjoy the respite, so does my soul.

Tonight, as I drove home from my long Friday, I felt the heaviness of day hang on my shoulders. “Rest your eyes,” I heard a little voice deep within coax, “Rest your eyes; rest your soul.”  And rest them, I did, on the photo at the top of this post.

Where do you like to rest your eyes?