I am rested. I am rest.
Perhaps it is something that I now notice when I am tired, or perhaps I become more tired than I used to. I'm glad I can catch fatigue and not try to push on through. I suppose it is an accomplishment that I can notice and say I am tired.
Yesterday was a magical day. No wonder I was speechless and in need of rest. Perhaps that is why in fairy tales, there is sometimes a need for a long sleep. When I was sitting inside the redwood tree, I felt I was being rocked in a stage coach. It was quite something.
This is my morning poem.