Stillness is:
Driving around the Skagit flats for two hours looking for a Prairie Falcon, an uncommon visitor to Skagit in the winter, I was about to give up for the day, but instead I parked near a habitat the prairie falcon likes. I got out of the car, scanned the area and scanned some more. After standing in one place for an hour the falcon flew right over my head and continued on to the west.
The Falcon found me.
Stillness is:
Walking around Lincoln Park in Seattle WA following the croak of a fledgling Raven, hoping to get a glimpse, but the Raven was always out of sight. So I sat down in my favorite Redwood grove for a rest and waited, listened to the trees and waited some more. I finally heard the Raven again, looked up towards the marvelous croaking call, and now it was on a low branch just a few feet away.
The Raven found me.
Stillness is:
Walking the beautiful sandy beach at Arch Cape OR looking for the smallest of sand dollars, no bigger then the tip of my little finger, a ritual I had done on my birthday for five years. The first four years I was able to find that smallest of sand dollars. I was back near my cabin after several hours of walking without success. I sat on the beach for a while, tears in my eyes, looking out at the waves breaking on shore, thinking that my tradition of finding this small sand dollar would be broken. I got up to leave, looked down again and there was the tiniest of sand dollars.
The sand dollar found me.
I learned that when I let go and stay still, nature provides.
Stillness is a gift
The gift one gives to oneself
Gift of clarity
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