An invitation into the generosity of Sabbath. The spaces that hold me. The reminder that when I truly rest into spaciousness I have a natural knowing as to what matters most. To have the space to move around things as they hang in the air. The space to breath in the conversation. To see the emotion in your eyes. To feel heartbeats across the room. To know the truth of the necessity of space to be spirit embodied. To rest into heartbeats. To rest into the ease of simple gestures of gratitude and love. To live congruent with who I know myself to be. To come home to candlelight softness and simple foods. To leave behind the chaos outside the door and far off in the distance in phones put away. Pauses. Silence. Gestures and moonlight. Sabbath.
