You gotta love this site.  Actually, in all seriousness, I do.  I find it a wonderful site to decompress.  But when I received their email newsletter the other day, there was no possibility of decompression - unless you consider it to be the kind of decompression that builds to a huge explosion.  I love the site but all I had to say that day was, “This woman obviously does not have children.”

Again, let me reiterate.  I love this site.  It is a centering place. A place to calm and quiet the wildness of life.  I think it is interesting that the Internet can be used this way, and used successfully.  But this newsletter, hit me funny.  I quote:

My soul feels tepid as I surrender to a floating world of dreamy landscapes. I just sit here in the stillness of my hand that is symbolically linked beyond reason. A hand that colors and paints vivid images while the words fight harder to capture the wisdom my body knows.

Queen of Stillness sweetly brushes her lips
across the colored rim of suspended time.

Softly, she traces the edge of sensation
and opens the portal of the great Atlantis
that was sealed by a moment’s rapture
with no memory of our floating world.

between the dream that reflects the sun
and an infinite force of primal wisdom.

I can’t even remember feeling tepid.  That was a lifetime ago.  I am either frozen or boiling.  There is no halfway ground here.  Hot or cold (I’m not talking hot flashes - this is a state of mind thing), but tepid?  I only get tepid when I set down a cup of coffee and forget it and pick it up 45 minutes later.  As a side note, I have developed a taste for lukewarm coffee!

As far as sitting in the stillness of my hand?  I am not entirely sure what that even means, but it sounds so introspective.  So “in tune” and one with the universe and all of that.   That still hand is creating some kind of colorful reality even though it is attached to a supposedly tepid soul.

Queen of Stillness sweetly brushes her lips across the colored rim of suspended time.  Okay, now this is magic. I can’t recall the last time my lips brushed anything that didn’t say, “Stop it Mom,” and gave mom 5 syllables which is really quite talented!  I try to kiss the top of their heads just as a goodnight - they are good children and humor me. 

Perhaps the Queen of Stillness does have children.  Perhaps her lips are brushing across the heads of her children each night as well.  It could be that is the moment of suspended time.  That time of the brief encounter that still exists, despite the invisibly warm acceptance of a publicly shunned good-night kiss, between mother and not-so-child.

Sanctuary of Stillness

Adelle Tilton