When rest isn't healing 🄱


Hi Reader,

You might remember from my last email that I’ve recently been exhausted.

For three weeks, I rested, took slow walks at the beach, binged Netflix, went away to the river, and rested some more.

And it helped. But as I started to feel a little better, I realised there was something else I needed to do.. to shift some stagnant energy.

There's good rest, and harmful rest.

Good rest is restorative. Harmful rest refers to the old saying, if you don't use it you lose it. It can create a cycle of fatigue, can lead to depression, and can cause physical weakness.

I’d been feeling frustrated that I hadn’t had the strength to do my usual clean out at home. I normally do this several times a year, but this year, I just hadn’t had it in me.

Then the urge to purge popped up over the weekend. For me, that was a sign I was starting to feel more like myself.

So I got stuck into mine and hubby’s wardrobe.

And I went nuts!

Clothes, shoes, old linen, handbags, scarves… out they went.

I even went through my smalls drawer and said goodbye to those old favourites I’d been holding onto. You know the ones. They’ve served their purpose, but somehow they’re still taking up space. šŸ˜‚

I also found some old birthday cards, gifted to me for my birthday in the middle of cancer. I felt the emotional relief when I threw them in the bin, It was time.

I instantly felt better. Free, light, motivated, and energised.

Rest had helped me get to the point where I could do it. Clearing out helped me take another step.

We can work on ourselves till the cows come home, but sometimes we also need to look at the spaces we spend our time in.

Our homes. Our workplaces. Even busy public places, like shopping centres.

Have you ever walked into a space and noticed yourself feeling tense or drained? Or walked into another and felt your shoulders drop?

For me, that’s part of what I mean by the energy of a space. The clutter, the atmosphere, the memories, and the feelings attached to what surrounds us. We don’t always notice how much we’re carrying until we make some room.

And home is somewhere we can begin.

If you’ve been feeling depleted, have given yourself time to rest, and feel ready for a little movement, try a small environmental cleanse and notice how you feel.

Start small. Literally.

Start with your smalls!

  • One drawer.
  • One cupboard.
  • A few things collecting dust.
  • Something you’ve kept out of guilt, habit, or ā€œjust in caseā€.

You don’t have to tackle the whole house. Give yourself permission to stop after five minutes if you need to.

This isn’t another job to push through when you’re exhausted. It’s an invitation to make a little space when you have the capacity.

Sometimes healing asks us to be still. Sometimes, when we’re ready, it asks us to move something.

And sometimes that something is a drawer full of worn out undies!

What’s one little space you can start with?

Give it a go, and report back to me with how you feel! ā˜ŗļø

And if you're reading to start learning about the small ways you can cleanse and boost your personal energy, we have our next call in The Healing Circle this Wednesday night for an hour.

Come once, come twice a month, it's up to you, but it's totally worth being there šŸ™šŸ»

With love,

Ali x

Ali Williams (alijwilliams.com)

Sharing uncomplicated truths to encourage and educate women to embrace their healing power.

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