They say “earn your rest,” as if peace needs a paycheck.
But I’ve learned the kettle sings whether or not the clock approves.
This weekend, I’ll lay down my to-do sword and pick up a spoon of stillness.
Pause is not laziness; it’s the punctuation that makes the paragraph make sense.
Let the schedule wobble like jelly on fine china.
Let the mind wander, somewhere between “must” and “maybe,” and call it maintenance.
For all who carry loads, visible or not: may your tea be hot, your hammock honest,
and your muchness refilled to the brim.
Cheers to the workers, the dreamers, the do-ers… and to the noble art of putting the kettle on.
