Now diffuse oils.
Close eyes. Nap. Let it be.
Rest? Salvation. Heal the unseen.
This week I’m thwarting a cold and the desire to push through it. I came across this verse,
In repentance and rest is your salvation,
in quietness and trust is your strength,
but you would have none of it.
Verse 15 from a chapter in Isaiah 30 entitled, “Woe to the Obstinate Nation” (NIV). I almost laughed out loud when I read that summarization. The go, go, go mentality often keeps me from recovering fully. I tell myself it’s just a cold. Twenty-four hours, tops! We rebels like to to go full steam until we drop.
Enter: the practice of poetry. Writing poems helps me to pay attention to what I truly need. Today that happens to be tea, oils, rest, and more poetry. Always the faithful remedy.
I wrote this poem, called a cinquain, in conjunction with the weekly Tweetspeak Poetry prompt. If you’re into poetry form, I combined the Crapsey Cinquain pattern of 2/4/6/8/2 syllables for each line with the Early Cinquain in abaab structure: Here’s last week’s: tree pose.
What helps you pay attention to what your body and soul need?