I sit here in the woodlands,
surrounded by a cathedral of nature.Autumn leaves sway like silent prayers.
The wind sings a hymn of eternity.
Yet restlessness stirs within me. My mind races—
thoughts scattering like startled birds. My body aches for movement,
fingers twitch to grasp the phone,
to scroll through endless noise. Why can’t I simply be still? The psalm whispers:
“Be still and know that I am God.” But my soul feels untethered,
adrift on waves of unseen currents. I close my eyes.
A breath flows in, then out—
the earth grounds my feet. In the spaces between breaths,
silence arrives,
a soft whoosh of Presence.
Calm ripples through my chest. Mind, body, and spirit
meld into one luminous stillness for a fleeting moment. In the depths of quiet,
I sense the Divine within me,
surrounding me,
breathing me. God is here,
even in the restless shadows. Words rise like sacred mist,
etching themselves on my heart—
no sound, no form—
just the infinite voice of stillness. I wonder:
Is my restlessness
merely my mind craving endless distractions? Or is it an invitation,
a doorway into something deeper? Perhaps stillness is not the absence of movement,
but the holding of all things—
the restlessness and the calm—within a sacred embrace. In this holy tension,
I sit.
I breathe.
I release.
I become Stillness. The landscape of my soul
transforms into an ocean of peace. I smile as the Divine
wraps me in the infinite tenderness of love.
And I finally understand—restlessness is not an obstacle
but a guide,
leading me to this sacred moment. Stillness is not a place to reach,
but a practice of returning,
over and over,
to the gentle rhythm of breath,
the quiet hum of Presence,
the soft embrace of God’s love. In the quiet of my soul
I lift my heart in praise.
I receive the restless gift of stillness. —brian j plachta
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