Rest

Today I'm home- resting. I was supposed to be flying to Germany right now to visit Heike and Matthias Poppitz, but due to problems with passport rules, Jim and I aren't going. It's okay, though. I'm tired- and need to rest.

Rest. Liz is at rest. Her body- when last seen, was peacefully resting and the feeling around it was quite calm. I can't imagine what that must feel like. Life for me is usually going at about 100 mph- or more- all day long. What would it be like to rest? To be still? Not to be tired, and constantly pushing through the tired to accomplish what needs to be accomplished that day? Have we created a culture wherein we're no longer mindful of the mortal limitations of our own bodies and souls? Have we forgotten our humanity? I think, to an extent, we have- and I'm tired.

So, today I'm going to rest. Or try to, anyway. I hope I remember how.