Places of stillness can be hard to find but they are there near the trees and the small trinkle of a stream with many slippery stones to step over as I find my place of calmness and balance.
Other places of wonder come in visions when I am sleeping soundly, finding it hard to separate dreams from reality as I suddenly awaken to a fast train passing along with its swooping thunder sounds.
The best place of softness I can find is internally mine where I am awake but off in a dream of past youth with my children collecting seashells near sandy beaches with the smell of salty, white waves as my daughter lifts a large shell to her ear, she says with a smile,” I hear the ocean.”