I always forget how important the empty days are,

how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything,

even a few lines in a journal.

A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged day,

a sinful day.

Not so! 

The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally,

is to let it rest,


live in the changing light of a room.

(May Sarton, 1912 – 1995)