Make the soup, fetch the water, cook breakfast, do the dishes, bring in the wood, take out the water . . . is there time for a walk before it gets dark . . . STOP . . . SIT . . . BE STILL.
I try each night to sit and be still but it is not often that I get a chance during the day, in the middle of all the chores and errands.
So, during this stream of doing . . . I pause . . . and sit awhile. My back relaxes against the cushions, and there is stillness. My cat makes a beeline for my lap . . . and we relax together. Feeling each breath . . . my body giving way to relaxing . . . to stillness.
The view out my window of the woods, ridges, and prairie with fresh, fallen snow lacing the branches against a milky, gray sky is beautiful. No sounds. No cars. Serene.
Sometimes we need some stillness.