Stillness

I had a couple of people ask me when the next blog will be posted...and truthfully, I'm not sure what story to tell next.  I have a million ideas and a billion distractions.  But I did write this poem a while ago and it rings true for me right now.  Maybe you, too?

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When you don’t know what to say; listen.

When you don’t know what to do; be still.

When you don’t know which way to go; stop.

Breathe.  Breathe.  Breathe.  

There will be a direction, a path, or a voice.  You will find it in the stillness and in the whisper of nature.  But it will not be rushed.  

When the words are coming out in a fantastical rush; slow down.

When you are running from instead of running to; wait.

When you have lost yourself; pause.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Most of the answers lie in the time in between.  Not the beginning or the end, but in the richness of the middle.  The piece that is often overlooked.  And if it’s rushed, it will be missed.