“True leisure requires the kind of emptiness in which you remember the fact of your own aliveness.” (From Saving Time: Discovering a Life Beyond Productivity Culture, a book I’m devouring right now.) What would it take to remember your own aliveness? What would it feel like to give yourself time for this kind of emptiness? How can you, in some small way, prioritize leisure this week?
Gorgeous photo Lizzie🙏♥️