Winter is the planet’s way of saying time to rest and reset. I think Sir Ken spoke to it well. Creating and recreating; rest and reset. In Honor Your Spirit, I opened with “Our lives matter; and we need Honor them.” Our body is a powerful messenger of same rest and reset.
Indeed it is a watcher. A story I have long loved goes, “There was once a lover who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his heart was empty of patience, and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and time consumed him away. How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart’s wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. He had given a thousand lives for one taste of the cup of her presence, but it availed him not. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no medicine for one sick of love, unless the favor of the beloved one deliver him. At last, the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could live no more, and he went out of his house and made for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman following; then other watchmen came together, and barred every passage to the weary one. And the wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself: “Surely this watchman is Izrá’íl, my angel of death, following so fast upon me; or he is a tyrant of men, seeking to harm me.” His feet carried him on, the one bleeding with the arrow of love, and his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain he scaled it, for it proved very high; and forgetting his life, he threw himself down to the garden. And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked on his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and raised up his hands in prayer, crying: “O God! Give Thou glory to the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Isráfíl, bringing life to this wretched one!”
My body is one of those watchmen, a watcher. Yours is too. Right, now, mine is telling me it is time to dial back, rest and reset… and I will listen. Listen to your body. I intend to … and to take ever better care. My body is commanding it. Recumbent bike, boxing bag, weights and walking, rocking and dancing in my FOXhole Gym… plus the healthiest kitchen I have ever had… and learning from wise friends… all in hand. I need to become my own better PEACE of WORK. Part of that will be a full on dial back, and I may not post here again through April. Health, wealth and stealth being enacted. When I do post again, see you on the other side. Peace. 😉
“Intelligence plus character—that is the goal of true education.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.
Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. ― Abraham Lincoln