Still - Blog Transfer

I am perpetually amazed by how many people cannot, or will not, hold still. Until forced to, by circumstances brought on by myself, yet beyond my control, I had forgotten the value of being still. Lying on green bracken, amongst yellow and magenta wildflowers, so close to the ground that my view is of tall fescues, so crisp they rustle like silk in the gentle breeze, under an azure canopy, comforted by spun-cotton clouds, I can finally slow down again, center, empty...... retreat not inside myself, but outside of myself. Surely there is something in the unruffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and cares.