After the rain had stopped, summer slipped gently into the evening. A soft breeze blew through the branches of the apple tree, water splashed in the fountain, a magpie cawed, unseen, in a distant tree.
I sat on the back deck embraced by the gentleness of evening caressing my skin.
Yesterday, I spent the day doing nothing, yet everything. Some might say, I spent the day self-indulging in laziness. Others might call it a waste of time.
I call it, good medicine.
A month ago, while running with Beaumont, I tripped and fell on the pavement. Flat out. Right arm outstretched above my head to stop my fall.
Something clicked where it shouldn’t have clicked in my shoulder.
I have been nursing it ever since. Acupuncture. Massage. Chiro. Stretching it hurts too much. Typing has been a pain.
Yesterday, I decided to just give it a break. To not use it to cook or type or clean or paint or tidy up. Nothing.
I started the day sitting on the deck, sipping my morning latte, wrapped in a blanket, listening to the world awaken. Beaumont sniffed the dew fresh grass still wet with Saturday night’s rains. I sat and felt the morning crisp air against my face and savoured the quiet of a city not yet awakened beneath a sky that could not decide to clear or remain cloudy.
It decided to cloud over completely and pour rain. A good excuse to curl up in the over-sized loveseat and flick on Netflix.
Beaumont climbed in beside me. I laughed and tried to push him off but he was persistent. I let him stay.
We watched episode after episode of a series I’d never even heard of and I decided to not remind myself I had to get up. I had things to do.
I decided instead, to dig into being complacent, being still so that I could enjoy the sluggishness of my day – without my judgements of ‘doing nother’ clouding my enjoyment.
It was healing medicine.
My wrist and shoulder did not bother me. My neck feels looser.
Sometimes, you just have to give yourself permission to do nothing of everything that heals, everything that feels like good medicine for a tired body.
In the doing nothing lies the secret to everything — sometimes, it’s important to listen to your body so that it can heal from the inside out.
Sometimes, it’s important to let your body rest so your spirit can catch up.
And sometimes, it’s important to simply give yourself a break.
So I did.
I am grateful.