Lately, I feel as though there are 1,001 things pulling me in 1,001 directions. You ever feel that way?
There are not very many truly quiet moments--even as I sit here the laundry and dirty dishes are hollering to get done; I can hear the faint cry of the bathrooms needing to be cleaned; and Sora is never quiet. At least not lately...
Do you remember being a kid, and getting to enjoy moments?
Laying in the grass staring at clouds...
Feeling the breeze blow past as the tree you've climbed sways lazily...
Skipping stones across the lake watching the ripples disappear...
Hiding quietly, watching wild rabbits hop right past you...
How often do we get to be still anymore? Of course, this thought crossed my mind this morning as I was driving home from work to pick up paperwork while mapping out my next destination. Everything is so *now.* There is no moment to think--to be pensive or thoughtful. If an idea pops into our heads, we have everything at our fingertips to execute everything *now.*
Where has the stillness gone? Where have the quiet moments of life left to? Where has our ability to disappear into the wilderness gone?
There is no time to be still...the quiet moments of thoughtfulness are easily interrupted by the ring of a phone or the necessity of "getting something done." There is always something to be done--another check mark off a list. But how often do we remember to be still...and know who we are?
The Mountains are calling,
And I must go--
How far they will take me,
I do not know.
In my mind winds a path,
Of little sense and rhyme;
Simply one of the wild
And a lost sense of time.
The sea is calling,
And I must go--
In its waves and torrents
I will bury all forgotten sorrow.
In my soul burns a fire,
Of a most passionate flame;
And despite every attempt,
This one they cannot tame.
The Mountains are calling,
And I must go--
Wherever they will lead me,
I will surely follow.
I will follow in the quiet stillness...to try and know what is this life...and who I am.
