I sat this morning from 6:00 to 6:20 a.m. I got my oldest up to get ready for school then took my usual seat for my quiet time.
This morning I noticed just how much I enjoy taking time to sit still.
I sit down and settle in, take a couple of deep breaths and listen. I hear birds busily chirping outside my window. I hear the hum of my fan. I hear my youngest stir in her sleep beside me on the bed. I listen.
I notice just how heavy I feel sitting here, heavy in a good, comforting way. I feel heavy, rooted, and stable. I feel still. I notice this shows up in a slight smile on my face. I pay attention to the stillness and feel it wash over me in a gentle wave.
I sit. I sit still.
I hear a helicopter rumbling by. I notice I'm thinking about the pilot. I wonder how busy his morning has already been. I wonder when his day began. I appreciate my stillness even more.
Today will get busier. I have plenty to accomplish before my head hits the pillow tonight. but for now, I sit.
I sit still.
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