A collection of things made for the pause.
We usually think of a pahingahan as a place, but rest has never only been that.
Sometimes itâs a person, the one whose company makes your shoulders ease.
Oftentimes itâs a pet wagging their tail upon your arrival.
For us, and perhaps for you as well, itâs a journal. A small respite at the end of a long day that holds whatever weight you write in it.