at least one, at least every week, to be with my self. A day spent in stillness. A day without speech. A day spent in my own home— puttering, cooking, arranging; reading, writing, thinking. I now make conscious and sometimes difficult decisions to hold this sacred vow to myself. In the past, I almost never achieved it and I suffered sorely for the omission—there were years during which I lost contact with myself utterly and without relief. I lack faithful memory of those years and hope that at least, they were given as gifts to others.
Stillness is to the soul what sleep is to the brain—a period of consolidation and renewal that supports creativity and growth. Surely this is something we all/each need. Certainly something we each deserve.