The Wall of Rest
Rest for the journey. Relief for the burden.
The wall
What we need rest from
One word. No name is asked and none is stored — the word is the whole of it. It joins the others in the colours of the mark, the way the notes did on the night this community began.
The wall is waiting for the first word. It will stay empty until someone in the room writes one — including you.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters.”
You do not need to arrive with anything sorted out
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