I sit still and with the stillness, like the trees outside my window. It is my time to reflect – this time is a gift, and I know it.
It’s not light out yet, but daybreak is there. I can see it hovering above the trees. Their silhouette stands pristinely against the calm grey sky. And they sit ever so still. They wait to awaken. Patient in their quest to shift again. Courageous, knowing that they will be barren again in a short time.
I sit still and with the stillness, like the trees outside my window. It is my time to reflect – this time is a gift, and I know it. For so long, I didn’t have these moments. I was up and running and off to a place where I felt trapped, useless, and worn from the toxicity. Days led to months, and months led to years.
I longed for more but was unsure how to attain it. At times, I wasn’t sure I had earned it. Often, I was barren like the trees. My leaves had fallen, and I wondered if my branches would bud again.
The answers resided within me. Each branch connected to a root that would eventually set me free to fall and whip away in the wind—floating until I found a place to land.
Each experience and free fall was a part of my journey. One moment connecting to the next. Unknowing what might happen, I am often grateful for what did happen.
I don’t regret the experiences, even the painful ones.
I see now that they were part of my journey, no matter how trying those times may have been. Had it not been for those twisted and dark curves, would I not be where I am now?
I’m unsure. But where I am is a testament to where I’ve been. I forget that sometimes. So, I’m writing this as a reminder. Like the trees, my leaves have fallen from time to time. My life has morphed. And my branches have been broken and snapped.
But my roots remain strong. And even when things get shaky, the stillness eventually comes.