Stillness

Today, I appreciate all the stillness around me as the earth is submerged in the rain. I take moment after moment in and refuse to think about tomorrow. I experience the clarity that can come with quiet rainy days, holding your heart in that place where only the quietest of whispers are heard. I am thankful for the beginning of a new month, because there is so much in store that I have been waiting for what seems like a very long time. I know that I can move forward at my own pace and that this will not hold me back. The serene air that surrounds me reminds me that there is a vastness inside that will never dwindle in supply. Hope is no longer an agony that I must feel; it is a dear and welcome friend. The words escape me some nights, as though I’ve lost them to the song of my anxiety that plays too loudly in my head if I allow it. So I recollect those words by letting myself go into my imagination, which is richer when I surrender to it completely. This is when the muses arrive to remind me that there will never be an end to my song, that they will lead me back to it as long as I’m living. I have to continue to be patient with myself and take from the stillness what inspires and moves me. I know that it is there for the purpose of giving me that gentle nudge that I need to spread my wings once more.