I'm not good with silence. Or stillness. I'm the girl who nervously figdets during meetings, giggles inappropriately during Christmas services and babbles right through that awkward first kiss. I can't stop moving, thinking, planning, dreaming. In the ten minutes since I started writing this blog, I've checked my Twitter feed twice, looked at a friend's photo album on Facebook, read a restaurant review, turned on the iPod and coveted a pair of leopard print heels online. I don't think I need to elaborate on why I rarely drink coffee!
The one exception to my inability to sit still is my weekly restorative yoga class. For those magical 90 minutes, I'm able to calm my body and my mind--to relax into the present and just BE.
In a way, writing is like that. It's an art that requires stillness, mindfullness and discipline. Qualities I think we could all spend a bit more time cultivating.