stillness.

Stillness. 


It’s something I’ve had a hard time practicing.

Since adolescence I was always good at recess but never good at naps. 

This was driven by curiosity.
This was driven by fear.  
Of falling behind. 

As a black man I always felt two steps behind the rest. 
But who said becoming my best meant losing my rest? 

Can I be still? 
Can I be enough?

To reflect.
To create.
To be a canvas.

To reflect the stillness of my Father on the seventh day?

Is not rest also worship?