“How beautiful it is…
…to do nothing, and then rest afterward.” Spanish Proverb
It’s why we spend our days locked in concrete and glass five days a week, pushing papers around, working for someone else. These small rewards–two days to call our own (well, all seven days of the week are ours to call our own, if we’re being perfectly straight)–are delicious and addictive. While the laundry piles up, the floors stay unswept and unwashed, the countertops are cluttered with the daily detritus of incoming mail, food prep (a spoon or knife, potholder or spice container, container of oats, coffee cup and juice glass), and to do lists and notes-to-self, the books are stacked by the bed, on the table, on top of the dog crate–in short, the house is a mess–you cannot ignore the siren song of the hot, sunny day on a quiet weekend afternoon. You grab one of those books from the stacks waiting to be read and head outside with a glass of iced homemade lemonade, a straw hat and a pair of sunglasses, to sit amongst the garden flowers in the shade and read. Ahhh.
After reading for a while in the shade, the afternoon sun has arced far enough overhead to eliminate the pocket of shade you were enjoying, and it’s time to head inside to the still cool house. To rest. Life is good.