Knowing that rest is good doesn't make it easy. It would be good to say, now I will rest and then actually feel well-rested afterward, wouldn't it? But that hasn't been the case around here. Even after a Sabbath of do-nothing-ness and a good night's sleep, I still feel worn out.
Often I envy Adam whose rest and work spaces don't intersect. Home is home, a place to rest and play. For me, though, home is where I work -- where I care for a baby, clean, cook, and write -- and where I rest. Finding a balance isn't easy. Should push through or take a break? I don't have an answer.
This morning, under a stifling summer sun, we picked blueberries and talked, laughed and sweated a lot. It was just the two of us, working side by side like so many times before. And 8.5 pounds of blueberries later, we had already made plans to do it again.