Take time to be still and reap the rewards.

Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world got sun as it must. the bees in the garden rumbling a little, then fish leaping, then gnats getting eaten and so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather. I hardly move. Though really I’m travelling a terrific distance.

Stillness, one of the doors into the temple.

 

Mary Oliver