It was 38 degrees outside
when I entered the cool of the seniors’ residence
with a potted cyclamen for my mom.
Yvonne, my favourite resident, asks
“Do you ever stop?”
I could have said, “Yes.”
and told her about my quiet times and retreats.
I could have told her that I’m a contemplative
and teach the importance of rest.
I could have told her about the talk I just heard
by Thích Nhất Hạnh called Stop Running.
But I said, “No.”
because I wanted to keep moving.
I dreamt again that I was running,
striving,
never getting where I needed to go.
Then I woke up and realized
it was a dream.
I felt such relief.
In my life, I’m running,
striving,
never arriving.
But, sometimes,
I pause and wake up,
and realize
I have arrived
I am home
always in You.
What a relief!
Then, if only for a long, slow breath,
I say to my body and my mind,
I have arrived.
I am home.
For in God, we live and move and have our being.
–Acts 17:28 (NIV)



