Stillness is where reflection learns how to speak.
Stillness is often mistaken for absence.
For quiet as something empty.
But stillness is where reflection learns how to speak.
Some moments do not ask for movement.
They ask for presence.
In this space -between what has already been released
and what has not yet arrived –
Everything becomes clearer.
Breath slows.
The body remembers itself.
The noise of wanting loosens its grip.
Stillness is not retreat.
It is not waiting.
It is a form of listening.
A way of standing with what is,
without rushing it toward meaning
or away from discomfort.
Here, reflection is not sharp or judgmental.
It is gentle.
It observes without demanding change.
I return to this place when the world feels loud.
When motion begins to feel compulsory.
When I need to remember that strength does not always announce itself.
Sometimes it simply stays.
The storm will come –
It always does.
But stillness prepares us not by resistance,
only by clarity.
And when movement returns,
It does so with intention.
Between Stillness & Storm 