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The call to rest comes in many forms.  It may be a yearning to retreat to a beach somewhere.  Or it may come i the form of a protest from the body.  Or it might manifest as a desire to simply stay at home and do a whole lot of nothing.  Our job is to pay attention to those calls, because if we don’t, the call will get louder and more insistent.  We will begin to suffer signs of stress:  high blood pressure, mysterious illnesses that can’t be diagnosed.  Or other things will occur: we might become accident prone, or absent minded.  
What is one to do when one is out of balance and yet one must work, one must do the things that are presented to us to do?
Or must one?
Really?  Do we always have to say yes?  Do we work to live, or live to work?
I recently read a social media comment by someone who now lives in Europe.  They said it was nice to live in place where people work to live, instead of living to work.  I think that sometimes the cultural work ethic of America bites us in the ass.  This is the ethic that says, work hard and all will be well.  Wikipedia defines it like this:  “Work ethic is a belief that hard work and diligence have a moral benefit and an inherent ability, virtue or value to strengthen character and individual abilities. It is a set of values centered on importance of work and manifested by determination or desire to work hard.”
As much as I have complained about the work ethic of some of the younger folks I have encountered, those millennials might be on to something.  They seem to inherently know that they don’t have to do anything to be worthy.  Unlike some other folks I know, such as myself.  
I’ve always defined it like this:  “I can only be worthy if I DO things.”  That translated into me as a human DOING, not a human BEING.
That drive to do has always insured that I would be successful at whatever I attempted.  But at what cost?
This is the question we need to ask ourselves when we get that call to rest.  What are we being charged to indulge in this culturally prescribed work ethic?  What do we get out of subscribing to this work ethic?  Would it be possible to unsubscribe?  What would happen then?
The questions of the day are:  Do I need a rest?  Am I out of balance?  If so, what needs to happen to get rested and in balance?  Does my work ethic serve me well, or does it need to be changed a bit?  Do I blindly subscribe to a cultural work ethic that really isn’t mine?  What is MY work ethic?  
Today, I take time to care for myself by resting if needed, and by asking myself some good questions, and honoring the answers.

My latest purpose, passion, mission and vision statements. Do you have yours? Do you know what your purpose and mission in life is? Do you know what your passion is?

Today is an anniversary for me. It marks 5 years since becoming a Religious Science minister. They say that in order for something new to be born, one has to make room for it. This is the principle behind the decluttering movement. I always thought that I would be a photographer until the day I died. I’d be chasing babies and pets and families and ladies in white dresses with my camera, even if I had to hire someone to carry the equipment for me to do so. I did not realize it, but my soul was calling me to do and be something entirely different. I fought it. I became a Practitioner and was very happy there, with a teaching and coaching business. But soul said, “It isn’t enough. There is more!” And more stuff happened to make room for the new that wanted to be born. One mentor of mine called it a dismantling. I was not happy with the dismantling and complained and bitched and ranted about it every step of the way. It wasn’t just one loss, it was a series of them, and they kept coming at me over the space of about ten years, and I did the grieving process through out it all, with bargaining (maybe if I tried THIS it will work!), anger (at THEM), no small amount of depression, and finally, acceptance. It was almost impossible for me to deny the cold hard realities of what was happening so I didn’t do much of that. Today I live in a different place, both metaphorically and physically. I make my living in a different way, as a minister. I always thought photography would be my one passion in life, and it still is, but there is another. Did you know that there is always room for more love and passion? That passion is burning hot and strong, and I love it, and I am so grateful that I get to fulfill that passion. Recently I took a class, the first one since I graduated with a Masters Degree in Consciousness studies 5 years ago. In this class we got to do our personal mission and vision statements. I’ve always had a personal mission statement. This process expanded it a bit, and I discovered that my mission statement has changed a bit. Go figure! Life is good and very good and today I am grateful for all that has transpired, including the losses. And I am a glorious embodiment of Spirit, teaching others to be the same!