This week, I took my journal and Rilke book with me to the Oregon coast. The wide swath of sand — broken by the ethereal, craggy rocks and the endless Pacific sea–gathered my attention to itself, and despite my intentions, both book and journal stayed in my bag.
There is something about wide open spaces that is good for the soul, that offers rest to an over-hectic mind.
Our minds are often cacophonous places. Our spirits are cluttered with what we must do, where we have failed, and who we must protect. We cling to these thoughts. Or they cling to us. But to be as open and expansive as the sea — who dares to ask for such a gift?
“Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you,” St. Augustine wrote to God. What a simple, lovely reminder to step into healing rest. And what a hard thing to do. Ironically, we so often work long and hard trying to find rest! But rest does not need to be earned- it is a divine gift and a relational beckon from Unconditional Love.
I wrote this blessing for a friend of mine at a desperate time in her life. In this mid-summer moment of busyness, I offer it to you.
When you have given all you can
and your spirit is drained
and your body worn,
may you find rest.
May you forget about deserve,
earn, and not enough.
Instead, may you find grace,
May you step under this waterfall
and hold up your hands,
drinking your fill.
May the sweat and dirt and tears
from your good labors be washed away;
may every anxious muscle unknot,
and may Peace minister to you.
May you have the wisdom
to put away all that can wait until tomorrow;
may you find a silent space and stay there.
For all that is vital is here now, in this place,
waiting for you.
Open your hands and receive.
May everything in your body
may you hear the words you long to hear:
Well done, good and faithful one!
May the roots of your longing
Here’s to cultivating wonder,