If we had but a glimpse of the world as a resting place would we be caught in the sacred story? Honoured as the whole of life becomes a day of preparation. We might just then become co-creators of the dawn for a divine re-imagining of the lost art and beauty of creation. A life laid fallow, for a time, is not in vain. To let go, to allow the natural restfulness to rise up and with gentle ease, to participate; earthed once again.