The Bible says even God rested on the 7th day after creating the universe and all it contains. I don't feel guilty for needing one if even the Creator saw fit to do so. It seems frequently my need and the demands around me are at odds. This is even more the case in the last couple of months.
I don't work today...well, not for a paycheck anyway. Right now I am blogging from bed. I'm awake but not willing to get up yet. Once I'm vertical my day will be driven by paying bills, doctor's appointments, phone calls arguing with insurance companies and billing departments, running the mom taxi, laundry, and the list goes on.
I ran across this simple site and followed the directions . In fact, it's still playing in the background as I lay here. It reminded me of the best night's sleep I ever got. It was during the bicycle trip I was on the summer of 1987 when a group of us went from East Coast to West Coast in 65 days. (If you're interested go to the archives from the summer of 2007. I posted a new chapter every Tuesday.) One night we slept on top of a cliff along US-1 in Big Sur, California. We rolled out our bags under some tall trees and slept on a cushy bed of evergreen needles. We fell asleep to the sound of the ocean and woke to the same. It was blissfully relaxing.
So anyway, I am taking a breather for a few minutes and sharing it with you in case you need it. Tell me how you define rest and what was your best night's sleep in the comments if you'd be so kind.