How simple it sounds! And yet when I try to apply these simple directives, I find myself struggling against the habitual behaviors of my busy mind. Ever-rolling commentary spills at a rapid clip inside my head, bouncing from one topic to the next as it takes me along for the ride. I’m not in the driver’s seat, but I need to be.
My body is consumed by nervous energy. I fidget and squirm as it craves release. Stillness feels like shackles, and I buck against the restraint.
But stillness is not my enemy, and this ever-busy state of being is not freedom. If I slow down and tune in, I realize that it’s my body speaking to me. I want so desperately to do, to create, to live, to be… but in order to do any of those things, I need to stop my mind and body from careening without course.
A racing mind is like a racing horse. I am not in control unless my hands are on reins. The things I desire to accomplish require a focused mind.
So I must be patient.
I must slow down.
I must be still.
I’ll find myself again in the stillness and, with it, the ability to express myself and create the things I yearn to create.