Some years ago, I went hiking in the Himalayas with a group of women. At regular intervals along our route, we would come upon “resting trees” where stone terraces had been built up around the trunks of big trees so that a traveler could back up and set down his load in the shade.
We were always eager to find these blessed stopping-places where we could sit awhile and relax.
The porters would set down their packs and light cigarettes. The women would grab granola bars and water bottles. The stones we sat on were well-worn by other hikers, polished by gratitude.
Remembering those resting trees, I wonder where we find them in today’s busy world? Instead of taking breaks, we’re often encouraged to work overtime, evenings, weekends. It never ends.
Long before the word “mandate” became tarnished, I used to issue a “Muffin Mandate” to my staff which meant I would bring muffins and we would assemble in the coffee room. No excuses about deadlines. We could all stop for a half hour and chat about anything but work.
When I retired, many people thanked me for the Muffin Mandates. Everyone needs a resting tree and permission to sit awhile. Needs an invitation.
