I have to remind myself the stillness is actually the quiet space that holds the thing you’re moving toward. Without it, the arrival wouldn’t feel like anything.
I was in that same waiting room today, Jake. I understand. Finally, I was able to move and take a glorious walk, but it would have been just as easy to remain languid.
Your reflection on the waiting room made me wonder...
Do you think the weight of stillness comes more from our resistance to it, or from the stories we create to fill the silence?
That is a very great question. I definitely have filled a lot of silence!
Haven't we all... lol
I was in that same waiting room today, Jake. I understand. Finally, I was able to move and take a glorious walk, but it would have been just as easy to remain languid.
I am so glad this resonated with ya. One (in this case literal) step at a time!