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I was thinking how to have a moment of rest at work when tasks get too demanding and my brain is tired… I collected these 6 ideas in the latest infographic of having a moment of rest without your colleagues to notice. What do you think? What’s your favourite? 💤
I won again
And I sit in this train of early explorers.
I won again
And I found that smile for my face
Even today.
I won again
And I will hunt or gather for our family
One day more.
With hate and empty handed,
I let this nature assault me and invade
My little mental freedom.
The weekend has come,
I am all out and breathing
Away my research voids
And personal strategies.
This train drives fast
And flowers the curve of a mountain
With a strong personality.
Now grass, then rocks,
Cross our way
And get tamed.
Yet nature hugs us
And accompany the end of our flash back
Towards routine and work and planning
A days of attention and reward.
The fight is not the way
Not mine
To prove or win
A satisfaction vane.
You poke me and trick me
When i despise you
And your darkness.
Pick up your slippers,
It’s off.
The year starts dark
And cold on my face
While you sleep sweet.
Tiny and helpless in your bed,
You gather your strength and fearless
Explore and learn each day.
Brave, yet a baby,
Curious, yet checking on mum,
Each day you grow away
And into my life.
i hear my heart screaming
And my mind shushing it
With no respect.
Timid and true
The heart keeps silent
And the show goes on.
I am surrounded by balance
With a under loud core.
True to myself,
I open the valve.
Your body whispers
A break is needed.
Reluctant and fearful
You move your body
while your mind conputes
and forecasts experimental results.
The coffee is warm
Yet fades quickly
In the run to a career.
Escaped from the lab coat,
Devoid of ask analytic tools,
I dive into the garden
And let geometries of leaves
And flying perfumes surprise me.
They narrate a story
Written only for me
That will take me away
For the most precious moment of the day.
Refill these hands
That worked hard and bled today
To add beauty and respect
To old clothes.
Hands not smooth and not shy
That travel quick through the stitches
And join the borders of a hot Sunday.
Give them water, a shake, and a rest
In your lap
Until fresh again.
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
The duty and the honour
Of working and walking
While all i see
Is time going by
With no flavour.
Patiently i shout and consider
Possibilities and present chances
Inventing a new setting
For me, for us,
Where time is only in the background
And not so abundant.
My stomach a fist
When entering the door
Of predigested decisions
And bland ideas.
The tiny speckle of hope
And possibility of self expression
keeps me going
In and out.