It is good to rest. I’ve been beating myself up mentally for the past month, for having slowed down to a crawl. Watching television and eating late night snacks, refusing to patch up the tears in my clothing much less pattern out new gloves for my body. No new compositions, same old convictions, and I am someone who does more when she does more, so when I do less, I may as well be doing nothing.

But it is good to rest. I remain loyal and disciplined. I remain a disciple, but you and I need our rest. I am finally agreeing to acknowledge a sabbath.