Most of us are tired. Our calendars fill with good things, and rest is the first thing to go.
This fall we are reading the Songs of Ascent together, and one line keeps coming back to me: he gives to his beloved sleep. Rest is not something we earn. It is given.
Try one small thing this week: an evening without a screen, a walk in Waterloo Park, a meal with no hurry. Then tell someone how it went.