When Rest is a Requirement

Your body is your best guide. It constantly tells you, in the form of pain or sensations, what’s working for you and what’s not.” — Hina Hashmi

The world will never stop spinning, and so is the rat race that is our modern life. Because the cheese keeps moving. Just to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with constant learning, adapting, or having the latest shiny thing. But it’s the emphasis on must have or should do in order to be always ahead of the game that is problematic. Whose game is it, anyway?

Hence, it’s up to us to say that’s it for the day. I’m taking a break, I’ll continue tomorrow. Easier said than done, I know. Rewards from our hard work are sweeter than honey. But there’s a price for everything, especially for chasing the rainbow. And rest becomes a requirement not a reward.

On illness

Illness is not a favourite topic. Some don’t want to talk about it. Others don’t want to hear about it. We tend to lean more towards cheerful stories; we want to be entertained. Because hey, life is hard for everyone!

But to be ill is human. So, I’ll go ahead and talk about my illness, for the benefit of anyone in a similar situation. To say you are not alone. Also, I hope to reduce the stigma (fatphobia) surroundings gallstones and self-judgement about things I could have done better to avoid losing my gallbladder.

For me, ill health became the price of chasing the rainbow. My body has been signalling a problem for a while. But I ignored the whispers. Then it took to shouting. And I said, “Wait a bit, let me just finish this project.” By the time I was ready to listen, it had completely shut down.

Image of a ‘Get Well Soon’ card

I’m now a member of the “gallbladder-less club.” But I can’t even begin to tell you how relieved I am the ordeal with gallstones is over. Though death from gallstones is said to be uncommon, each gallbladder attack felt like my exit, this past spring. Because I’ve never experienced such severe pain before. It literally took my breath away, at times.

It turns out I’m not dying just yet. It’s been a week now since surgery. I’m feeling much better; the body is healing well. But the mind still plays tricks; I’m still afraid of food, as if it’s going to bite me back. I guess, achieving freedom from micromanaging my diet will take longer than the fading of physical scars.

Thanks to all who provided comfort, cat videos (despite the physio’s warning that laughing will hurt for a while) and holding my hand throughout. 🙂

On the allure of reading as a form of rest

Any avid reader will agree that reading as a form of rest and relaxation is a timeless sentiment. No matter how much information we consume online, we always return to a good book. Immersing oneself in a good book offers a vital reprieve for our attention.

I can’t do any physical or strenuous activities, at the moment. My body has forced me to make reading a regular part of my relaxation ritual, again. I’m glad of it. The tranquil nature of reading and the sense of calm are happiness, right now! Anyway, I share some of my reads on beauty, in the upcoming newsletter.

On other news and book releases I’m excited about

1) In Search of Salve: Memoir of a Sex Addict by K.E. Garland

As I mentioned in a previous newsletter, Kathy writes with such unflinching honesty and on delicate subjects. But she won’t leave you raw and bleeding, rather with an important to learn. She is truly inspirational.

I feel privileged and honoured to have received an advance copy. And I’m saying it again, this is a book you want as one of your autumn reads. The release is in September. But you can pre-order your copy now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Bookshop.org.

*Book cover image courtesy of the author

2) The Horror Collection: Monster Edition by KJK Publishing

I’m also looking forward to a short prequel to an unpublished novel by one of my favourite horror writers, Christina Bergling.

It’s part of the collection mentioned above. And as she states, hers is a deeply personal bit of body horror about hair loss.

*Book cover image courtesy of Christina Bergling.

If you’re not familiar with alopecia, learn a bit about it from Christina’s experience, My Alopecia Blog.

OK, that’s a lot to digest. But I’ll leave you with this question. If you were paid to rest, how much would you charge?

Take a break and savor the season you’re in!

A Way of Looking at Summer

i. Ahh, summer—what would you have me say of you?

ii. I emptied myself the darkness of three years to feel à gogo that is my laughter.

iii. But what of a strange bird mocking songs of a nightingale, when play was promised!

iv. June is a month of happiness, for the in-laws gave me their son.

v. A celebration.

vi. I had my eyes set on “The Land of the Muses” where everyone is born a poet. To chisel words not for posterity, but as evidence of being alive.

vii. Alas, overtorture is overtourism!

viii. For I carry precious gems, amulets of protection that zap any remnant of energy.

ix. Gallstones.

x. “Play without action is only an intention,” says the entertainment brochure I leaf through while sitting in a Pendolino train.

xi. A way of looking at summer—when your body is on a riot—slow yourself down.

xii. Rest—

xiii. Then get up and play.

A throwback photo of the Birthday Boy and Yours Truly, while interrailing around Europe.

It’s officially summer in my part of the world, good people! And my summer wish list is simple: rest and play. How about you? What are you up to or what kind of summer activities help you strike a perfect balance between rest and play? Please do share! 🙂

Happy Summer or whatever season you are in! <3

Reflections in the Looking Glass

I catch her reflection in the looking glass
and see an inner glow, true beauty
that stems from all she stands for

Each strand of hair on her crown
is strength, an heirloom
from a long lineage of gentle warriors

Her mind is open hands
welcoming and extending,
a community to anyone in need

I’ve heard people ask, “Who is she?”
It’s the confidence and grace
in every step she takes

An African queen —
she needs no introduction,
for every interaction is a lasting impression

She’s never been a firecracker
the dynasty thrives on her soft and strong,
that’s her timeless charm

When I gaze upon her regal face
I see a mischievous glint, defiance,
challenging whoever said youth is a memory

Remember her beauty lies in what she comes to be,
self-awareness standing face to face
with challenges and victories.

Author Photo by Irina Kolomijets

PS. If you read my newsletter, you know the story of how I ended up at the ER and hospitalized two weeks ago. This poem is a response to my suggestion of writing a love letter to yourself. And of course, you know all women are queens. 🙂

If you’re not a subscriber I ask, when was the last time you treated yourself with compassion? Go write yourself a love letter! ♥

Enjoy your Sunday and Happy May Day, in advance.

PPS. Feature Photo by Tuva Mathilde Løland on Unsplash