Moving forward sometimes most needs standing still.
An easy thing for me to state.
An exceedingly difficult thing for me to do.
A constant hum of agitation, compulsion to action, there in the background.
The buzz of busy.
If I reach back before all that, education and domestication. There is something so real.
I could sit in the slow field all day. A little wild child.
The only buzzing was the bees
That was the most still and known I have ever been.