Doing Nothing

It is not to be berated.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
It is not beneath me to be doing nothing.

It means giving myself permission to rest, recover and heal.
Making time for myself and those close to me.
Creating space for something new to arise and awaken.
Allowing time and tide to soothe.
Like a clearing in a forest,
Opening up a new field of possibilities.
Stopping and seeing the world and me in a different light.
Connecting with the earth, sky, plants and all, through me.
Being not in a role but just me, my ‘Self’.
It is perfect. Delightful. Like floating on warm water.

Right now, the only thing I need to do that is really important is a big fat Nothing and I am loving doing it.

“It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.” – Franz Kafka