I rest, my thoughts wrapped in silence.
From the days of running as fast as my spirit will let me go.
There are no calls, or places to be, or doorbells ringing like chimes inside my head.
Today I feel no need to run or walk or race into anything.
I stop, still and wait to go nowhere.
It feels good, so good just to be or feel “nothing” for a time. The breeze and the wind chimes are me, my soul at quiet rest. No feeling but Grace, no feeling but gratitude for the same. The peacefulness of nothing to do and nothing left undone.
I balance in the middle, not feeling any urge to stop or start. Not feeling to far behind or to far head.
Just to be.