Hello friends. Welcome !!
Coming to you Saturday morning my time because Friday quite frankly was a doozy.
In fact the whole week was a bit of a doozy. Just in those up and down, normal life, good and hard kind of ways which we know are actually a privilege to be living- – – but blimey they can tucker you out all the same
So in the off chance it’s been a bit of a week (and then some) your way too, I’ll borrow some words from the ever so gifted Emily P Freeman
“May your weekend be filled with more peace than you thought possible and more joy than you expect”.
Let’s start right here – – –
A Good Word
A Good Look
Another little reminder to find yourself somewhere comfy and cozy this weekend.
A Good Idea
from Rachel Steffen
For some reason, especially this time of year, I find myself needing permission to rest.
As if some outside moral force decides whether I’ve done enough to earn this intrinsic need. It should really be the other way around, everything else should need permission to intrude on our rest.
Today, I breathe deep; take a walk; remind myself that I am more than what I have done well or done poorly.
Today, I remember that I am valuable and worth rest just because I exist. I am a holy image of the divine I Am and have value because I simply am. A holy existence resting as a sacred rebellion to the accomplishment façade.
So let this be your permission too. Not permission to rest, for it’s more than that.
Let this be permission to remember that you never had to earn your rest in the first place.
You are valuable and worthy of rest because you are—no qualifiers. You simply are.
A Good Read
A nice practical one
When I began my apartment search this winter, I found myself disappointed by the prevalence of one single feature: a walk-in shower. A year ago, I didn’t mind washing up in my New York City box-sized walk-in shower, a feature that remains popular among younger generations, who often prefer the convenience of walking straight into their shower and avoiding the fuss of stepping into a bulky tub. However, after living in my parents’ home for almost a year, I’ve come to learn that I cannot live without a bathtub.
And this one I loved
Writing in 1801, at the age of 30, Ludwig van Beethoven complained about his diminishing hearing: “from a distance I do not hear the high notes of the instruments and the singers’ voices.”
As Arthur C. Brooks recounts in a 2019 op-ed, published in the Washington Post, Beethoven “raged” against his decline, insisting on performing, pounding pianos to ruin in a futile attempt to hear his own notes. By the age 45, he was completely deaf. He considered suicide, one friend reported, but was held back only by the force of “moral rectitude.”
It’s here that Beethoven’s story veers toward legend
That’s it for this week friends. Thanks so much for being here and remember you can browse through the previous articles and posts linked to in The Friday Recliner right HERE.
And if you enjoy The Friday Recliner would you be kind enough to copy the link and send to a friend to enjoy as well.