I wanted to write about balance today,: yet as I intended to share how I organize my priorities, my spirit whispers, “be still.” I’d like to rest here awhile. I go to this place when I want to feel peace: restored. It washes over me like a wave. I think sometimes balance is just listening to that inner voice.
I could talk about peace, school, migraines, work, committees, friends, family, endless thoughts jumbled and tangled up like a telephone cord. But it’s all noise; it sounds like the endless obligations of the ocean’s roar.
Empty it all out. “Are you thirsty? Rest here.” I was waiting so long for peace to come. I was restless. Only when I stopped to rest here, I found that I’ve arrived. Peace be with you.

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