Us humans aren't very good at sitting still. I understand more than most the need to "do", and so often get caught in the pull of technology, achieving more and filling time.
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But I want to resist.
I've started to sit in my backyard every night and watch the sun go down between the tiny crack in my deck.
The colours of the world - pastels, vivid reds, muted pinks, and at times just a cloudy mess - never cease to amaze me.
The idea to stop each night - to witness the same spot in all its differences, came a few weeks ago when I discovered the ultimate travel book - a series of photographs taken over a few months on top of a mountain in Nepal.
Seemingly the same view - but each time different.
Author Matthieu Ricard spent his days in a cabin amid the clouds - and as his inner thoughts and fears changed, so did the landscape.
Motionless Journey captured, as Pico Iyer so gracefully phrases it, how "everything changes and doesn't change at all".
There's such beauty and peace in that, and it made me question what if the journey itself is stillness? What if the meaning of life is found in the pauses in between?
Just like that split second between sleep and awakeness.
If only we could hold onto the clarity of that moment...
I'll keep striving for the true silences because as Morgan Freeman says -
"Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance."
