January seems like so very long ago.
It seems years ago when I wished for slowness and stillness.
Longed for the quiet.
For life to hush just momentarily.
Willed for time to cease.
Now it’s here.
Now it’s calm.
Now it’s quiet.
Now I wait.
Oh my soul, let not the waiting become envenomed by impatience.
Remember the longing you felt only days before.
Bask in this that you are in.
Do not let it go.
Tighten your grip.
Comfort in the stillness.
Linger in lack of agenda.
Revel deeply in the freedom of nothing.
You have searched for this for so long.
Dreamed of a time when savoring was permitted.
Lived your life for the days that would allow rest.
It is here.
Be amongst it.
Be enveloped by it.
Find yourself inside it.
Do not rush it.