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Be still and silent?
Me?
Sit in silence,
not just in the absence of sound,
but in the silence of the mind
when the whirling thoughts calm
as if in the eye of the storm?
And to remain there, perfectly still,
for as long as it takes?
There's a place in High Park I think about.
Not really isolated
(there's no real isolation
in such a busy park).
but quiet in a way that draws me.
I found it last summer
and imagined it as my refuge—
a place to sit and be still.
To read. To dream.
But it was never the right moment.
Each of my days was too busy
for a walk into the park.
Or I was too tired.
Or it was raining.
Or cold.
Or hot and humid.
But I know where this place is.
And soon, for sure, I'll go there.
Once spring is here.
Or summer.
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
