Gentle, intentional strings and harmony invites me to surrender into sleep.
Be Still.
The way the sun shines through nature’s stained glass stirs my curiosity to acknowledge every petal so courageously reaching out to me.
Be Still.
Mom’s arms; so soft and reassuring; I’ve got you little bird. You’re safe here until you need to fly.
Be Still.
Dad’s watchful gaze and guidance reminds me to listen to the lessons of this life; watching how he moves through.
Be Still.
Reminders come in whispers in the spaces between inviting me back to the language of my bones.
Stillness speaks.
Listen. Look. Feel. Watch.
Be Still.