As I contemplate rest, I wanted to consider getting up from rest.  This painting is from a photo I took of one of my sons when he was not getting up very well.  Do teenagers have massive growth spurts or lots of stress requiring so much rest?  Are they asserting independence, staking out their own schedules?  Whatever is going on, it is something to behold.  Taking the photo, I admit, was intrusive, but I'm grateful for the documentation.  At some point during his teen years, I determined not to be his alarm clock anymore.  My sons are adults now and have had to get up at all hours to attend to their own parental and work responsibilities.  Waking up and getting up are amazing gifts with a wide variety of challenges at every phase of our lives.  I like to get up especially after some good rest.

     Rest can be challenging at times.  This man is looking at a newspaper's job postings.  Looking for a job is stressful.   As I painted this picture (from a photo I took a long time ago), I thought that he could have been looking at the obituaries, or current events, or the opinion page.  Each section could carry personal stress for him.  Stress can disturb rest.  Stress and disturbances are part of life.  Sometimes there's a lot.  
     I have to experience life with its griefs, needs, and conflicts.  Sometimes my sleep is disturbed.  I hope I can have compassion and patience as I walk through those times.  Talking, listening, writing, painting, praying, doodling, walking, moving my body and listening to music can help me gain perspective and de-stress.  I may have to wait through the disturbance to be able to rest well again.  I may have to search my heart and ask if there's anything I can do.  I can meditate on the serenity prayer, "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference."

     Sleep is amazing.  We say we fall asleep; we don't know how or when it happens.  It comes to us.  When I had young children, I observed the process of fighting it and also surrendering to it.  Sleep is a necessary way we rest.
     My husband was diagnosed with sleep apnea about six years ago.  They said he could go home early after his sleep study showed he stopped breathing well over 300 times.  Since the diagnosis and various fittings of face masks, he has used a CPAP machine to help him get the benefits of sleep.  Recently I photographed him before he got up, because I wanted to include this phenomenon in my investigation of rest.  I had to take quite a few photos with flashes to get the frame I wanted.  To note: he is faking sleep here.  I am glad he is getting better sleep, and the hum of the machine is much better than snores and snorts and jolts.  
      I want to get the benefits of good sleep.  Sleep apnea, stress, lack of exercise, too much screen time, intake of certain foods or drinks, and environmental and health issues can interfere with sleep.  I hope to do what I can to sleep well and let my body and brain enjoy the benefits.  Am I willing to work on ways to improve the possibilites of sleeping well?

   Contemplating rest, I thought about how we use the word "rest" for another meaning.  The rest of the story, the rest of the song, the rest of the pie.  I painted the rest of this lemon pie a long time ago.  Just to note: For me the rest of the pie includes every last delicious crumb.  
​   Consider "rest" and "the rest."  We can stop eating, or singing, or reading, or listening; and rest.  Then as we rest, we may think about when we might eat, sing, read, or hear, the rest.  May I have the rest of the pie? I'm going to sing the rest of the song.  Please read the rest of the story.  What, exactly, is "the rest?"  If only one piece of pie were eaten, the remaining part would still be the rest.  So, I conclude that "the rest" doesn't seem to be about quantity.  It seems to be more about timing or where one pauses and then proceeds with the rest.  I would like to consider that our rest is also about quality and not quantity.  We can savor some delicious rest.

   I caught this picture a few years ago while traveling to Europe with my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson for a big family reunion.  I wanted to paint it and include it in my study on "rest."  Traveling across time zones with a one-year-old made for little rest for them.  With delays and a tight itinerary, we missed our flight from London to Geneva, so thankfully the airline let us go to a lounge in the airport, where it was quieter and more comfortable, for a few hours to wait.  We were able to catch a few zzzz's, which helped.  Arriving at our destination, renting a car, getting to our cousin's house, and waiting for a reasonable time to go to bed, we pushed through until we could finally have horizontal rest.   I think of moments when my body just has to rest.  When I concede and relax I feel my body's response of thank you, thank you, thank you. 

   Trees have gotten my attention as I contemplate rest.  In New England the hours of sunlight decrease as we get closer to winter.  The chemical processes in the trees' leaves using carbon dioxide, sunlight, and water slow down and stop.  Cellular changes seal in the nutrients to prepare the tree for winter rest.  The preparation is evident in the leaves changing color and falling off.  I observe that trees can have different colors and timing to change and drop their leaves.  Trees have a time of dormancy or rest in the winter.  Tree roots continue to be active all year long.  Humans benefit from the cycle the trees follow.  For example, empty branches allow sunshine to go through during winter and the leaves return in time for when we want shade.  Empty trees endure less stress from snow and high winds without their foliage.  
   What can I learn from trees?  Maybe I would do well to shed some things to prepare for rest.  My roots can stay active.  I want my roots to go deeper into my relationship with God who seems to help me rest.  It may not be possible to rest for an entire season, but perhaps a shorter time-- days, hours, or even minutes.  Shed some stuff, rest some parts, then when the time comes, restart activities.  It sounds good to me.

   As I continue to contemplate rest, I thought of rests in musical compositions.  The painting above shows the hands of composer, music interpreter, and friend Geri Metcalf Rosser. Rests within a piece of music help to make the composition.  The singer or player does not have to finish the piece in order to rest.  Musical rests happen during the work. 
   Rests can be very brief, but are still an important part of the complete work.  The sketch shows eighth, quarter, half and whole beat rests (left to right).  I saw quarter rests between many of the “Hallelujahs” in the Hallelujah Chorus by George Frederick Handel.  Between the repeating words “And He shall reign forever and ever” I saw rests of eighth, quarter, half, and whole beats.  The piece of music was written for soprano, alto, tenor, and bass voices to sing together.  Some rests were for one, two, or three parts and some for all four parts to rest at the same time.  The orchestra must have a whole set of other staffs with rests to observe.  
     I like the idea that with God reigning there will be more rests.  When I or someone else is trying to reign, rests may not be possible.   I want to pay attention to rests.  I think rests have been under rated.

Being a grandparent can be restful.  Maybe playing with little ones helps distract from other stresses.  Also caring for them for a limited time is a lot easier than full time.  Here Grampy and grandson are walking in the rain.  I took the picture so I, too, was walking in the rain with baby granddaughter in a stroller.  We watched these grandkids a couple of days each week while their parents worked or went to school.  We stopped because of covid-19.  Recently we have resumed some visits.  The routine of nap, snack, play, and clean-up are helpful and restful to me.  Also after being with them for a while, I am ready to rest.  Good rest.

    We hope for rest beyond the grave.  This painting is of the grave of my father's cousin L. May Jaques in Randolph, Massachusetts.  She died as a baby--probably of SIDS--in 1916.  Eventually May's father and mother and her two older sisters went back to their native Switzerland, after having lived in Boston for a number of years. Their ongoing grief upended their lives and plans.  
​      The number of deaths Covid-19 has caused is difficult to grasp.  Losing a loved one during these times is also  especially difficult with distance and protocols in place.  Each family's grief is real and unique.  Taking time to grieve may seem difficult, but is necessary.  Grief can come in various times and ways.  I hope we can find comfort and rest as we grieve.  May God help us experience rest in the present and not only wait for after the grave.