Tomorrow is the third Sunday of Advent and I should be packing for a trip that I am taking, but instead I am sitting still, very still and contemplating and watching, and looking out the window and drinking tea. There is a stillness inside me that is bottomless.
Several times over the past months, someone has said that sitting with me is very calming. I have noticed that my immediate internal reaction to that is that I am a whirling dervish of energy, excitement, movement, study, intensity, curiosity… I am movement.
And yet I am also stillness. Within me is a stillness and it is without measure.