I have forgotten how much work it is to rest. The brain may say stop. The schedule may stay stop. Every one around you may say stop. But the body has a really hard time stopping. My husband Bob refers to the process as the railcars hitting the engine. It takes a really long time to stop a fast moving train. (If in doubt, watch the movie "Unstoppable.")
I am entering the third week of my sabbatical break and even though I have not been working in my usual way, I am still pretty engaged in ministry life. My brain has not turned off much. Even my desire to write more seems a little too close to work. I have struggle not thinking I have to achieve something or can I have say please someone.
So the next week or so I will be concetrating on resting bit more, giving myself to letting go and just being in a casual sort of way. I have my stack of memoirs I would like to read. I have things I want to think about a bit more. I have the summer blue sky beckoning me outside. It is time.