This rule’s power belies its gentleness: stop and rest. When it all gets too much, giving myself time to rest is grounding and profoundly compassionate. Especially now, when I am in grief for a loss. Listening to myself is necessary in order to make the next move.
Decisions will be made – but not right now. We are all carrying a kindness deficit. I am born of the bootstrapped people of the prairie; most of us are sleep deprived from our ambitions – both thwarted and realized.
Loss of a loved one from dementia is a slow, gradual drip; it can reach a tipping point quite suddenly; I didn’t notice for years into my mother’s care but I felt it, unnamed, long before I was conscious of it. Then I collapsed, but that is another story.
Take generous care ‘with’ yourself. Note, I did not say “of” yourself (but manicures, hot baths and Italian underwear are good too.) Take generous care with yourself, my friends. Rest until you are stronger.
Grief is not purgatory; it’s a womb gestating my inner baritone and a new life.