I saw a man today whose arms have forgotten how to hang at his sides. He is so accustomed to running and skiing and biking and holding himself together by the tension in his arms, that his arms refuse to hang from his shoulders anymore. Instead, they stick out at odd angles, like a toy soldier ready to play rat-tat-tat on his drum. Let’s say he is a man who prefers strength and endurance to what he might feel should he allow himself to rest.
What is it about rest that frightens us so? Or confuses us? Or seems so ineffective?
Why have we been trained to work harder and keep going by-God-and-against-all-odds rather than rest? Why does it take sickness or injury before some of us learn that the body has an intelligence and it will be heard. Like it or not, the body will demand rest when it is crucial.
One thing I’ve discovered is that forward momentum doesn’t happen without rest. Especially if you’re stressed or have just been through a life-changing event, your body needs rest - even while your head is screaming to get moving. Those two things seem to go hand in hand, actually. Your head will scream “you have to DO SOMETHING!” when really it's the best time to do nothing. Strangely, the people who seem to get the most stuck are the ones who never stop and rest, whose minds continuously tell them they should be doing x, must be doing y.
Always, the ones who move forward with authenticity and the power to effect change are the ones who rest. They regain their strength.
The body is intelligent, and the sooner you treat yours like the perfect instrument that it is, the happier you’ll be. And the better it will communicate with you.