A lady I respect and deeply admire once said (paraphrased), “We are so busy doing that we stop being, and yet, we are human beings and not human doings.” Do you grasp the depth behind this statement?
All too often, we wait to get tired before we can rest, that is neither okay, nor a good mindset to have.
Not too long ago, I messaged my girlfriends on our WhatsApp group lamenting over how exhausted I was, and was borderline frustrated because I couldn’t find certain documents I needed to submit in order to meet a deadline that was slowly creeping up that week. Later that night as I drove home, my eyes followed the light outside my right window and I found myself beholding the moon in all its splendor. It was full…it was shining…it was beautiful. I exhaled, and asked myself: “When was the last time you looked up at the moon?” At that point, I let out a slow exhalation which, to me, symbolised exhaling all the exhaustion and crisis mode I was operating under, and symbolically inhaled mental, spiritual, and emotional rest. Through that spontaneous exercise, a beautiful Zulu poem was birthed out of me, which I recently recited alongside a friend; this was monumental in two ways: it was the first time I had performed in close to two years, and secondly, the first time I publicly recited a Zulu piece.
“When was the last time you looked up at the moon?”
You see, beautiful things happen when we are in a place of rest. To top it all off, I found the documents I had been searching for, in a place I had looked prior to that, and I just about cried. I thought: “How often do we miss things when they are right before us, simply because we are exhausted and phased by being ‘too busy’?”
Needless to say, I met the deadline AND found myself more at ease.
“How often do we miss things when they are right before us, simply because we are exhausted and phased by being ‘too busy’?”
Be reminded that rest does not always mean everything needs to stop; rest is spiritual, it is emotional, and it is a mental state.
May you find rest and, as a result, birth beautiful things.
Nompendulo Nomps Shabangu