I have been focused on resting for a while now, what it means, how I do it, or more importantly, don’t do it, and how I can begin to incorporate more rest into my life. I’m not talking about sleep, napping or even, necessarily, lying down; I believe I might be desiring something more beloved than peace, a deep deep floating in ether-like rest something like, I don’t know, cocooned in giant marshmallows, ecstatically.
Obviously, just based on my inability to articulate this deep yoga nidra like state of stasis, I know I’ve not really experienced it, but I’d like to. And the greedy part of me wants to emphasize it as a part of my life regularly.
I keep hearing the words in my head: resting in the arms of my beloved. And for me, my beloved, I know, is within me. It’s a small light, sometimes flickering, most times strong, that I believe in, but don’t always trust. I think resting in the trust of my beloved is what I seek.
It takes time, blind faith and an unwavering courage to live Big within the undulating vibrations of day to day existence and to keep on keeping on, for great big drafts of that rest. I’ll meditate on it and hope that the way forward into a complete belief in that beloved light is easily accessed through the heart by me.
To rest in the arms of my own belovedness…….is to be love lovingly, in stillness, I feel. I’m not there yet, but I”m getting close to that kind of rest and within it, I believe, is the essence of all that is.