There is something sacred and fearful about stillness. The quiet used to scare me and I would fill that void with having to be with someone, talking, doing something or just plain not being alone. Stillness meant being alone with myself. Wow! I am not very interesting, I thought, when I first had to sit with myself. Then God took over. I kept feeling Him in my thoughts. I heard some things within myself that became clearer to me. Stillness was the balance I was seeking, turning away from. I experienced the paradox of life, again, running towards what I felt I was missing when what I was missing was right there in front of me (or within me). Stillness is something I welcome now, the quiet thoughts and stream of consciousness that run wild every day; to just be. Stillness is prayer. Stillness is God within. Stillness is healing. Stillness is peace.