Truth: A very complicated subject. Is it subjective or fact? Real—or the power of all we have been told? We wonder—in history, media, politics, religious doctrine, or altered family narratives and secrets—what is the truth? What were we told? What do we believe? What have we come to know about our history or ourselves? 

Truth is all of these: subjective, narrated, interpreted, inherited, projected, passed down, altered or corrupted. Perhaps squashed, silenced. The ground of truth lies below the muddy pebbles of appetite or ego, inherited shame or cognitive memory.

Right now, when so much is being ripped apart for so many, we may believe that the situations we face and the darkness we encounter or embody are permanent, even hopeless. It may be easier now for us to just curl up into a ball and shut down. But nothing is permanent. Not pain, not joy, not confusion, not conviction, not certainty—not hope. 

Maybe hope is not the right word to use for these times. But no matter the word, notice how life clings stubbornly to that thin line of light between the thunder clouds. In that worthy struggle, the relentless, grappling, noisy, silent longing for peace, the fact is: here we are.

Rest.

It is not necessarily sleeping. (So many struggle to even get to sleep.)

Rest is more than staring at a screen or taking bubble baths.

Even when the mind is as noisy as a brawl or a bus station
Rest can be—must be—a silence.

Right now, the country is quaking, hungry, often violent, overcome with threats. Politics, systems, and rules have suddenly changed lives and livelihoods. In the world we inhabit, there is a raw wind that can blow inside your chest as blood runs hot, hyper-vigilant, flooded. 

This glowering presence, like a poison, can sweep through your body with its undeniable contraction. Fear is a mind killer, spreading through the veins and the bones, reminding us of all that has betrayed us. It can manifest as anger and vitriol, or as a deadening cloud on the soul. You—generous or kind, or terrified, most need one another and the best from yourselves.