But there really is something to be said for the beauty of stillness. A forgotten art in the frantic pace of the semester. Often my stillness involves checking Facebook in the halls of the practice wing, waiting for a room and thinking of all I have to do.
But in the stillness I experienced this morning there were no electronics involved, no background music. Just my breathing, a prayer of thankfulness- and a strain of music that weaved gracefully in and out of my consciousness.