Sometimes rest is more work than busy-ness
Sometimes it’s harder to just do nothing.
Sometimes just holding space inside yourself, for others, in relationships and waiting for things to drop into those spaces is harder than filling the space.
Sometimes sllence is harder than speaking.
Sometimes rest is more work than busy-ness
Sometimes a void is more frightening than a full space.
Sometimes solitude is harder than a crowd.
Sometimes openness is harder than closed-ness.
Sometimes vulnerability takes more strength than toughness.
Sometimes unknowing is scarier than knowing.
Sometimes doubt is more sacred than certainty.
Sometimes it’s harder to just do nothing.