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SLB: SLEEP

A few years ago, I came upon this video to the song "Sleep" by Riley Armstrong. It's a clever song and the claymation effects in the video are fun, but I think Mr. Armstrong make a good point - " Sleep, I never get enough." How can we hold on to bread (the things that enrich our lives if we don't take the time to reflect, rest and relax?

This call to rest is one I need to heed more and I'm making intentional efforts to improve in this area. To be honest, this "Monday" meme is late due to taking a couple of days to rest and recoup after a very busy August of youth programs and field trips galore. Some of the best places for me to find rest and thoughtfulness can be in writing a blog post, having a lunch and conversation with a friend, playing some music or yes - even just taking a nap. So as you think about the bread of your life this week, I'd like to not only encourage you to write about how you best experience rest, but to actually do it. Take a break, go for a walk, visit the library - go to you favorite section and get lost in it for a while and if you would like to; go take a guilt free nap. I mean it, guilt free!

As the seasons are shifting back to fall, now it the time to fill the remaining free time of late summer days with all the rest and recouping we can manage. May your bread be one more visit to that favorite summer place, and may you actually take the time and go be there!


(Leave a comment if you must, but please take this prompt and go do something fun with the people you love this week - then come back a tell us about what fun you had. Happy last week of August!)

As a bonus - here's another one of Riley's videos for the song "Greater Than". :)

Comments

Mel said…
Seems I've already implemented the suggestion.
LOTS of fun stuff, spur of the moment....little things but fun for me none the less! :-)

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