I had some hours of true rest today, and I knew it. How? I knew I was resting because of one adjective: leisurely. I leisurely picked raspberries. I leisurely read. I leisurely walked.
No hurry. Relaxed. No pressure.
If it’s not leisurely, it’s not restful. I knew the difference as I stood there picking raspberries just because the sun felt warm and they were ripe and bright.