solace.

I come back to the solace of living my own life, whatever that means. the last days of summer and leaf-laden grounds, their crunch, their thirst for human, jovial steps. I run now, in search of meaning, in search for something divine, only to find it in stillness and peace.

those days in Egypt when one had to hide in the shadows of home until sundown taught me how beautiful stillness is. the boredom of it, even. I used to think that having so much to do during the day was an ideal to live for, but it turns that the more I have to do, the more I feel dissatisfied. the more silence there is between moments, curled up on my bed, listening to the sound of aliveness in me, that’s who I am and what a sweet feeling it is to be found.

it is not my role here on this earth to be running around, making things happen. I’m meant to enjoy the beauty of time and the receivership of life each day this soul chooses to live. cocooning into the shell of the beauty I behold within me, I long for the peace of being a witness. again and again, I am being taught to lose control and trust that my only role is a constant betterment of self and the inclination to lift earthliness up with mere presence.

back to solace and silence, a constant migration towards one’s spirit. it is essentially what I long for.