And, Rest

And, rest.Though it has never been anything like the messages we receive from the structures that hold us at arm's length from our own needs, in their best interests.Rest.Though the world brays and bleeds and breaks, heaving and twisting in its own discomfort.Rest.Though the battle is not yet won, the fight is never over and your sword is kept sharp and by the door.Rest.Because recovery is a higher art than war and restoration is the glittering prize.Rest.Because warriors and witches and mamas and carers cannot run on fumes forever.Rest.Because you're tired. Because it's hard. Because your needs are screaming and you have traded them for others for centuries too long.Rest.Quietly, gently, patiently.Softly, easily, gratefully.Rest now.Rest is the sweet sauce of labour ~ Plutarch Art: Ophelia by John William Waterhouse, 1889Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020