Lying in a hospital bed as I write, I am pondering my acceptance of a rest that is given; required, somewhat imposed. Normally, I appreciate moments of being ‘in’ rest. Not so easy finding the way to be from a constrained environment (and yet this is analogous to our everyday way of being); albeit, my current home is very present.
There is an aspect of surrendering to rest as spaces for see-ing, hear-ing differently, of wondering about our being. Yielding is not initially rationale, controlled, held. Rather yielding ‘as’ a letting go, letting rest find us, being towards openings …
Resting spaces as openings to ‘let learning’ come; indeed let thoughts find us (Heidegger).
D Giles 21 May 2013