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Have you ever pondered about the rest of your life?

This week, the word rest has conjured up many thoughts and invaded my mind, causing me to contemplate the two aspects of its meaning.

During the week I have been churning through paperwork and delving into the depths of financial planning. Our future, the rest of our lives, seems to be wound up in having a savings plan and being wise in our current purchases, in order to live the promised ‘Golden Years’. Somewhere, somehow, the thought had been implanted, that if we work hard during our productive years, we will enjoy retirement with a comfortable lifestyle.

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Now as I look around at my family and friends, I see them snatching at these moments as their busyness closes in around them. Elderly relatives are rightfully in need of additional care, grandchildren bring a glorious added responsibility and many of our children are sadly experiencing marital conflict. Then there is onset of early heart attacks and diagnosis of terminal illnesses that gets added to the mix.

It’s not surprising then, that we find ourselves in a position of stress and pure exhaustion, needing to set apart some time to find the other form of rest. A time to sit down and re-tune our body, soul and spirit.

Many people find time alone uncomfortable, I love it. Perhaps because I am never alone. I have a faith that places God central to my day and although I often push His centrality to the side, there is always a time during my resting, where the plumb line settles back in its rightful place, creating a straight foundation to lean against.

If you find yourself saying, ‘I need to take a break’, can I suggest you really do need to take some time out.

I like to schedule my relaxation and find the best place for this is in my garden, where I have created different little spots to sit, depending on the time of day and the seasons. A cuppa shared with my garden friends never ceases to refresh me as I surround myself with all those who have shared a cutting or gifted me a potted plant. I remember the battles to keep bugs at bay or a season of hardship where watering was intermittent. Nibbled leaves remind me of the criticisms that have chewed away at my own self esteem and mulching reminds me to work hard to contain the life giving moisture and nutrients.

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So many of life’s lessons are contained in such a small area and I feel privileged to be blessed with my own bit of paradise.

How do you find the rest ( peace, stillness, tranquility, contemplation, simplicity) of your life?

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Ok folks it’s confession time.

A follow-up on my NaNoWriMo meltdown

After a good start in the NaNoWriMo stakes, I was feeling more than a little pleased with myself. My performance and what I was churning out day after day was giving me a great thrill as the NaNo’ graph had me finishing the 50,000 word count with days to spare. Caught in the grip of ‘NaNo Fever’ I lived, breathed and perspired (women don’t sweat) over the pages of writing that were amassing in front of my very eyes. I was excited, very excited.

 Then it hit me or did I hit it? All the things that I was putting on hold, just to reach this November thirty deadline. Important things like family and friends and my responsibilities towards the community in the volunteer programmes I’m involved with. I wasn’t even sure whether I had a book in me, but here I was pounding away at the computer and neglecting the continuity of love, respect and value that I already had from those around me. A crash was imminent.

 For me, I decided, that writing like this was indeed dangerous for my health. A day of feeling physically sick, wrestling with my fears and doubts had me bound up in a deep dark place. Unable to face my computer, not even wanting to go to Writers Group I decided that I had to stop, pull myself together and take a good hard look at what I was doing to myself.

 Then that still quiet voice challenged me to take a look in that mirror, and remind that person not to be too harsh on them selves. Resetting my goal to 30,000 was a compromise; I was not giving up, I still had a destination to reach.  Now I am thrilled to have crossed that line, with 2,000 words to spare, giving me something to work on in the New Year. Homework for writers group has been completed with pleasure, even writing a ‘Blog Post’ has seemed like a walk in the park, compared to the pressures of NaNo’.

So do I believe that writing is dangerous for you health? 

No, not really. On the whole I find it a cathartic time. A good place to reminisce with my past, capture lost dreams and navigate a world of fantasy. I believe it has the power to heal and bring restoration, as dark secrets are brought to light, then dealt with in the hands of characters and plots.

 I love writing. I love the quirkiness of having a single word or line, then having to wrap a poem or story around it. I love the surprise of reading the unexpected on a page and wondering who this Sandie really is.

 But I do need balance.I need to; walk those rhythmic shore lines, listen to the harmony in the sand and surf, scavenge the beach for little treasures of inspiration, then soar as I take flight and see what the future has to offer.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

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