“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room, not try to be or do anything whatever.”
—May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
I love my cats. They are always lying around in beautiful poses, waiting to be drawn. They are not productive, nor do they seem stressed, ever. Sometimes I think they are teaching an ongoing Master Class in How-to-Rest.
I also love to write letters. It brings me a sense of serenity to sit on a Saturday morning, pen in hand, and conjure up a far away friend in my mind’s eye. After I have written, if I have time, I sometimes paint the envelope, turning the whole message into a small gift of love.
