Driving towards home through Arizona, I passed a church whose black vinyl sign letters were arranged to say “be still and know”. It gave to me the sense of all the dualities within myself that I’ve yet to grasp. Like how I could go on a road trip for three months and 3,000 miles obviously striving for movement and expansion– yet still upon seeing these words know that I long equally to be still. A strange thought arch having actually occurred to me that I wished I “didn’t have to” go on this trip in the first place, searching for something like a restless soul.

But now stillness has been presented to me, having arrived in Wyoming and in this current COVID dominated state of affairs. And while I’m struck back in some of my most challenging circumstances– mainly having to be alone, all of the time– I keep thinking hopefully of the later part of the sign’s message. “and know”, like only the stillness is what makes the knowing possible. Or maybe only the transition into stillness, like all the chaos and all the quests were essential to this opening too. 

The opening to know something true about ourselves and about humanity. Like that literally all that matters is love and connection. 

Moment of Gratitude: Maybe in that we can be still and know.