Some days are impossible, the fog is thick the thoughts oppressive. It's time for the thirty six hour rest cure. take to your bed, read, nap, eat, don't answer the phone, the door, the mail. It's rest cure time. Give yourself enough space so that all the broken pieces knit together and you are whole again. You don't need to have a cold or a headache or the flu, you just need to huddle under the blankets.
We started this when I worked at the welfare department and the suffering of life becames too much. Now it's only occasionally that the rest cure seems to be important.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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Just reading the title, i smiled and laughed remembering when you told me about your rest cure. Kathy, you are wonderful.
-Nicole
Lovely. I feel the need for one coming on.
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