the lost art of stillness

Distractions and screens,

noise on noise…on noise.

The whir,

both from myself and the world around.

The rumble of traffic,

lists within lists.


Stepping off.

Finding the ground again,

a grassy ground.

Remembering to breathe.

Feeling. Seeing. Quiet mind

steady thoughts

the lost art of stillness


Some quiet time away is planned, with attached sketchy internet, (as much as I love you internet, this may well encourage some added stillness.)