hmmm... Doing something aka learning to rest well

Why is it so hard to listen to my body and not feel guilty that I should be "doing something"?

I'm whipped today.  I came home after fighting the white out snow.  Not the brightest of ideas driving in those conditions.  A 15 minute trip took an hour.

I slept on and off in the comfortable lazyboy chair snuggled under a blanket with Tink on my lap channel surfing and feeding the wood burner in between.

I've gone to bed early with a soothing rice bag on my neck. Yet something nags and I can't go to sleep yet. Somehow I don't feel like I've justified my down time.  I didn't make use of my precious few hours and "do something constructive".

Why is taking care of myself and listening to my body when it says rest not enough? Why do I have to justify it?  Who am I seeking permission from?  Down time is important too. Maybe even first and foremost.  It just feels strange.

wisdom

I think part of becoming wise its to find our feminine voice again.  We had that voice, strong and wise, as children.  As we grew, we accepted the wisdom of others and in the processes allowed our own voice, our own individual wisdom to be silenced.

As I age, I am finding that voice - my voice- and my childhood wonder again.