still morning

I have spent the night camping in my tiny bivouac tent, at a remote spot on the Greek island of Rhodes. It is the autumn, and there has been a strong wind blowing for a few days. But this morning, I woke up to stillness. The wind has ceased, for now at least. And I feel my body, my whole being, responding to this still morning.

I too become still. The thoughts in the mind subside. The muscles can relax. And somewhere deep within my being, I get in touch with that still point within me, stillness – reflected this morning on the outside, but felt once more on the inside, at the core of my being.

My essence has this stillness, has the quality of stillness. And it is so important that we feel this, from time to time at least. And in a frantic human world, a world where even nature can be rather blustery, it is perhaps rare for us to come back to this stillness.

So I give thanks, thanks for this still morning. In moments like these, nothing is missing. We are complete. We are whole. And we are one, in this stillness.