I sit beside the window overlooking the wintery view.
the snow blankets the earth.
my breath deepens.
my thoughts steady.
I pull out my pen.
these words come through me:
Stillness isn’t stagnant. It’s sacred integration and alignment.
I feel a gentle peace awaken inside. The landscape of peace settles into awareness. I notice a subtle inner-energy that wants to grasp, rush, or bypass this season of uncertainty. I feel life moving slower than my own internal pacing. In this inclination to clench, instead I soften. I remind myself idle moments aren’t a waste; they’re not throw aways; they aren’t “less-than.” they’re not lazy.
They’re integration. They’re a bridge. They’re the sacred in-between…but certainly not purposeless.
These very moments — the slow idling ones — are a necessary part of the path because it’s preparation. The groundwork through which clarity, precision, and direction form. Idling isn’t about staying in the same place—it’s about what deepens within us while life unfolds. When we lean into what feels blurry, instead of trying to control it, we see that the idling moments are an opportunity for guidance—deepening our prosperity. I like to think of it as our own inner-winter. A season of calibration, preparing our inner-state slowly, steadily, gracefully.
We learn a deep, beautiful strength here:
I am safe even when the future is uncertain.
I am safe even when I am not in control.
I am safe even when I don’t have everything figured out.
Because safety is the process we cultivate to stay soft within.
This slow integration is a grace in itself. Wisdom, courage and trust become the foundation of our inner spirit. The moments of quiet we so often fill or rush past are the very moments that allow us to live deeply, truly and find our way. We can only take leaps of faith and endure immense risk, if we’ve cultivated these idle-moments as part of the path. As wisdom.
So instead of dismissing my own inner-winter, I turn towards her with reverence, to the wisdom of nature moving in and through me knowing that each moment is like a snowflake floating from the sky, leading me exactly where I am meant to land.