When your body has been somewhat tossed around in a vehicle in accordance with the terrain of the Malaysian roads for as far as almost 2,000 kilometres in the past couple of weeks, all you'd want to do is shut down like my two doggies in the picture. While we may have a highway here, I'd gladly echo the words of an acquaintance of mine, "Highway my foot."

In the past couple of weeks, I've been having conversations with people from the pulpit, from lecture desks, and within circular settings (yes, I mean circular, not secular - for me, there is no secular). In my interactions, very sure signs of fatigue have now appeared: incoherent trains of thoughts, disconnected ideas, slurred speech, and inability to articulate with as much linguistic precision as I'd like to have done.

Too much travelling. Too much running around. Too much talking. Too much teaching.

Too little listening. Too little learning. Too little silence. Too little rest. Too little contemplation.

The implications are obvious if I don't self-impose a discipline of physical and mental rest. This is something I'm unwilling to compromise on. So for now, I'll rest. I'll sit at my desk and work with my thoughts, I'll blog, I'll sleep, I'll live with a rhythm. I won't be pulled by anything that threatens to drain out from me that which I don't possess. In that sense, I'll be resting.

So in the meantime when I'm asked to "do this" and "do that", to "come here" and "go there", my response has to be, "Sorry, closed for today." But for anything that helps me to relax and re-create... let's rock!

For now.