Rest. Play. Pray.

an unfinished, yet ready to share, poem

Greetings Beloved,

I woke up this morning prepared to turn over and was struck by the sky out of my window. For once, I resisted the seduction of busyness and just watched the sun wake up. After my pen collided with my paper and I just had to write and wanted to share with you, beloved. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear what reminds you to pause these days.

REST. PRAY. PLAY.

I always thought rest meant sleep. play meant adventure. prayer required my words.

But then I woke

up early to watch the sunrise

sun.rise! my heart exclaimed as I watched God’s live art on display
Reminding me this is the entry into the morning.

Ever morning

New mercies that look like colors, early enough to peek through the night just to say hello to me and you, before bursting the sky fully into blue.

if this is the gift to the sky…

What might be afresh in me today?


My mind drifted

Settling into the gift of surrender to this moment.

Grateful to find this rest. to feel this prayer. to witness this play.

I’m glad new ideas of rest have found me. new forms of play knock on my smile. new ways to pray ground me in the vastness of the divine.

Slow mornings
Sipping tea as the only task

sacred stories found in the creases of old novels.
Evenings cuddled up with my beloved watching whatever because I’m really watching her

long walks in the neighborhood
Calls with friends whose presence mirrors the divine
Deep belly laughs at the expense of no one

Rest. Play. Pray.

They all are distinct and yet some days, when I wake up early enough to see Gods paintbrush dance across the sky. They are one in the same.

Thank you for reading love! Talk soon <3

I love you! Chelsea