27/12/2025
NOTHINGNESS WEEK
I have slipped away for a few days of bush submersion after a year that has tested every fibre of my body and soul.
A year that taught me.
Grew me.
Expanded me far beyond what I ever imagined possible-
and also siphoned more energy than my mitochondria ever stood a chance of converting…
So here I am…
Literally spending hours in this chair.
And this morning, I was joined by this little guy, who quietly shared my coffee and didn’t ask a single thing of me.
So I just sat…
As I am doing again-
Savouring an orchestra of bird calls and insect chirps,
And deeply inhaling the purest breath…
Yesterday, I wanted to write.
To think.
To do...
But instead- I was numb.
Mind blank.
Words refusing to assemble.
And I was in bed before 8pm last night...
Utterly spent…
I have been wondering if the Christmas adrenaline surge finally had its say...
(Realistically perhaps it was the entire 2025 adrenaline surge)
And whether this is the inevitable crash that follows surviving on borrowed cortisol…
But as today feels much the same,
I’ve named it.
I’ve declared it:
NOTHINGNESS WEEK.
Not racing to the finish line.
Not spring-cleaning cupboards or creating vision boards.
Not whipping myself into action because the calendar says I should.
Just…
Slowness.
Quiet.
Letting stillness engulf me however it wants to.
Absorbing softness. Richness.
The ancient wisdom of the natural world that never rushes and never apologizes for resting.
And maybe this is the reminder some of us need too. Again.
You don’t always need to process.
Or fix.
Or optimize your healing.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is sit in a chair,
Share space with a Guttural Toad,
And allow nothingness to do its quiet, necessary work.
If your body is asking for stillness- listen.
If your soul is whispering ‘enough now’- honour it.
Declare a NOTHINGNESS WEEK.
Growth doesn’t only happen in motion.
Sometimes it happens alongside quietness and a coffee-sharing toad.
With love always,
Naomi 💛