Two simple words carrying the ability to transform your world, to transform mine. This transformation takes place within, and yet also beyond. Mine starts with a stirring inside of me, a call to take a break from my movement and the movement around me, to let my body come to rest. The stillness whispers relax, let go, be. I shift my mind till my only movement is the breath within me. The breath that gives me life, that makes me full, that enables me to do all I do. The quietness of my body and mind stretches to my spirit–the part of the known and yet unknown, that which makes me wonder about things I cannot fully put into words, and it leads me to know there is more than what I see.
The words “Be still” are echoed throughout every culture and religion, and every gender and generation from craddle to grave. It is a thread that binds people together. What is it about these words that they beckon to all of us? Why is there a call to be still?
I can only answer for myself. I am on a journey to learn the essence of being still. I have two challenges in being still: The first is creating a place for rest. I have wished, hoped, and dreamed of being still, but unless I intentionally carve out time on my calendar, it does not happen. But even when I carve out the space, I am challenged by my own expectations. I have to let go of my expectations and rules as to what being still is “supposed” to look like. Each of us are different, we are not clones of each other, not even twins have the exact same DNA. So why do we compare ourselves?
I know this, and yet I have times when I compare myself to others in being still. I have pushed and probed myself trying to fit into the stillness. Yet, the ironic thing is, every time I “try” to be still, I am not being still, my body is moving, and my mind is not at rest. Both are scheming to win this victory. It’s actually easier for me to find the stillness when I am tired. When I feel like I am near the end of me – with my physical body tired and mentally and emotionally drained, I release my grip. I release my control. I release my expectation.
The wave of peace washes over me. It blows like the wind. For we can not actually see the wind, but we see the affects of it’s presence. I feel the presence of peace.
Being still is full of beauty and mystery for the more I am still the more varied the expressions.
What does stillness look like in your life? I’d love to hear how you find your stillness.