Life is work.
Clarifying Correlates:
Rest is work.
Love is work.
Love is rest.
To live is to create; to create is work. To create space is to rest; resting consists in creating space: space to dream, to waste time, to disorganize time, to manifest things you had no clue existed.
When we create, we are imitating in a beneficial way our Creator, whose sole joy in life–whose life consists in joy, which is work and rest–is to create.
Love is both work and rest; it is the particle and the wave. When in communion, when surfing a perfect wave, it is effortless. When the wave ends, you must swim back out to catch the next one, and that is work.
That about covers it.
I will add that words are of course symbols, as has often been pointed out in the last century, and their meaning–the precise images and affects conjured–therefore is always in the end somewhat individualized.
In discussing God with my oldest, the image of God as a “white blob” came up. My response was that God is much, much more interesting than that. I would say that whenever you spontaneously create a feeling of engagement, of effortless work, of joy, of beauty, of BEING INTRIGUED, you are worshiping and seeing God at the same time. What we call love is just a form of fascination, of effortless work, is it not?
I had to write that. Now I’m going back to bed to dream some new dreams, to restwork and workrest.