In the last few minutes of the drive, a whispered memory brought my thoughts back to stillness. I was on a mountain. Looking at the small details of the expansive world below. Feeling the unobstructed breeze on my face. Soaking up rays of unadulterated sunshine. Hearing nothing but the gentle sounds of nature, the comforting voice of the creator, and my own rhythm. The memory, and the experience, were so peaceful. And finding myself drift back to that place, whenever it was, reassured me that 1) I am capable of stillness in the right circumstances and 2) Stillness, though sometimes a foreign concept, is within reach.
|Blue Ridge : My Soul|
I can't wait. I hope to teach my daughter the wonder of taking time to be still. Although, that isn't likely in the foreseeable future. She spends her days working on rolling around the room, pulling herself up on furniture, army crawling, jumping, and squirming. She's not yet six months. But, maybe someday. One can dream.