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To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It

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To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It    "Even the drum rests between beats. That silence? It’s sacred." *video available  Here We’ve all heard the warning: "An idle mind is the devil’s workshop." For many of us, especially Black folks, those words were passed down like sacred scripture . Spoken in love but forged in trauma, the phrase echoes our people’s long history of being forced to produce, hustle, and perform just to be seen as human. But what if stillness isn't laziness? What if rest—real, intentional, soul-deep rest—is resistance? The Weekend That Asked for Nothing Recently, I did something radical. I laid down. Not from exhaustion. Not because I’d worked two jobs. Not because I earned it. I just… wanted to. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel guilty about it. No rushing to open a building. No helping someone move a couch. No calls, spreadsheets, or space-saving. I just was. And that still...

To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It

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To Rest Is to Resist: Reclaiming Stillness in a Culture That Fears It    "Even the drum rests between beats. That silence? It’s sacred." *video available  Here We’ve all heard the warning: "An idle mind is the devil’s workshop." For many of us, especially Black folks, those words were passed down like sacred scripture . Spoken in love but forged in trauma, the phrase echoes our people’s long history of being forced to produce, hustle, and perform just to be seen as human. But what if stillness isn't laziness? What if rest—real, intentional, soul-deep rest—is resistance? The Weekend That Asked for Nothing Recently, I did something radical. I laid down. Not from exhaustion. Not because I’d worked two jobs. Not because I earned it. I just… wanted to. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel guilty about it. No rushing to open a building. No helping someone move a couch. No calls, spreadsheets, or space-saving. I just was. And that still...