It's Friday again, and I'm joining with Kate and her band of brave writers for another five minutes of unedited words on a single prompt. This week's word is "still".
"I'm going to go for a walk in the woods," I told my husband on the first retreat where we brought a wee baby. "I'm going to go by myself, and it's going to be AWESOME."
It was. The paths by the lake were silent with deep November snow, the water's edge frozen, the tree bows heavy and muffled fir. It was easy to be still.
Taking that stillness home, however, can be tricky. To remember that the Spirit felt so clearly in woods in the Northern Saskatchewan wilderness is everywhere present, and filling all things. Even my suburban sidewalk. Even my cluttered living room, my even more cluttered playroom, my head full of children's noise and posts worried over and opinions half-formed with a false urgency of needing to finish them lest anyone ask - there's room for stillness here too. Ready to fall over it all like snow, and bring that hush. Everywhere still.