Doing nothing is one of my favorite things. I think of it as an activity. I’m aware of my body and the room and my thoughts.
I can feel the air in the room. It’s funny, when I notice the air it seems like it’s surprised to be spotted. Normally it goes about being unseen. I imagine the air thinks, “Oh, someone sees me!”
I can sense the heavy night air outside my home. It’s the feeling of the doing of the day being over, and nature slowing things down so the Big Rest can happen. It’s as if nature is hugging trees, the land, animals, the ground, and people to its bosom so they stop moving and begin to shut down.
I’m looking forward to the slumber. There’s something delicious about shutting out the light, laying down, pulling over the covers, and closing the eyes. It’s a giving up. A surrender.