Rest in the Moon & Rise with the Sun

Reflecting on the times when my little ones would be throwing hands(ready to fight) at the mention of taking daytime Naps, or bedtime, my soul says “Can’t relate at all”. I get the childrens Zeal for life, and wanting to use all of that energy to explore this world that is new to them, but even then exhaustion, and the crankiness will seep in, and “deliriously” the body will have its way, drifting off to new dimensions they go. It’s been the the same in adulthood, as our lack of sleep still manifests into tantrums, leaving us on our literal asses in many mentally, emotionally, spiritually, this is evident in the way we snooze our way through 5 more minutes of sleep, those of us who use to run from sleep now restlessly runs towards it.

Sleep to me was more than closing eyes and getting up in the Am. Growing up in a home entangled with trauma Sleep was survival, before I knew what a coping mechanism was I was knee-deep in it. I took every opportunity to engage in a napping session, survival was always choosing to drift away from to the physical world, and into the peace of the wildflower gardens in the realms of dreams. How can I not give thanks to this body who knew how to restore itself through sleep, before I even knew what it was doing.

Associated with Laziness, sleeping in the Haitian culture, though I got as much of it as possible there was still a nagging unrest of “better get up and do something and look busy so you won’t be named useless”. Sleep was my escape to solace, a space where overwhelm could not have me. My body knew what I needed even when it felt mundane & unproductive. And this time around, I started hearing what my body’s been asking of me, to reclaim the resting and renewing that was my birthright shamelessly.

I have always been in love with sleeping, especially the drooling kind of sleep to remedy depression but now these new days I’m walking more into love with Resting. A space where sleeping isn’t just an escape but an offering of restoration to my mind, body, and soul. Also this rest is a promise of deep healing to collective trauma. Allowing my body the freeness to rest without guilt, in a world where the breaking down of our bodies used to be celebrated has been revolutionary. (I use past tense because even in this moment I’m declaring that what was no longer is, I love the idea of living in a world that gives all of the fu€ks & cares about rehumanizing humanity, a world that honors our being and honors that we are not machines. I’m hopeful because I see countries are catching on and prioritizing slowing down and resting.

My Revolution of resting is a soul resolution rooted in the Love, stillness and ease that meets me in my rest. It’s no longer about sleeping away depression(which is cool) and now has completely shifted into a renewing of the spirit. In my sleep as a coping mechanism there was never enough of it, although I wanted to rise in the early A.M hours and breathe in the sunrise, sleep in unrest kept me in a state of always needing more sleep and so the sunrise eluded me. As of now and going into a new year, learning to clear my heart, grounding and calming my mind before I drift off made the difference in intending and integrating rest into my sleep was the difference between going to sleep to escape circumstances and going into deep restorative rest.

I am setting soul intention to cultivate a sound mind, with loving intentions for me, holding me as I go into deep rest unapologetically. I have already witnessed more alignment with my souls desires to Rise with the sun, and just be a witness to Nature’s love songs. By enabling my body to go into dancing in the meadows of my dreams in deep rest, makes room for me to rise early without an alarm and it’s been beautiful, the Soaking in All of the slow moments with my spirit, moments in awe in reverence of the moonlight while whispering love notes to the sun rising in my horizons.