Still the Sea

celebrating faith, beauty and wholeness

Simplicity

simplicity

"We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." - Mother Teresa

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    Benched, Part 3: How Do I Get You Alone?

    As an extrovert, I have always felt most myself around people. So it’s been surprising to find in this season of being “benched,” how much I’ve come to not only enjoy, but fiercely guard my solitude. Since moving to DC, I’ve joked about how Capitol Hill feels like my own version of Walden Pond. And how I have been living deep and sucking the marrow out of my newly hushed life. However there is one striking difference between Mr. Throeau and me (ok, maybe not just one difference). Ironically the beauty of this time has …

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    A Challenge to Rest

    I’ve been going nonstop. From consults and projects at work to birthday parties to connecting with friends to fulfilling commitments in the community, my days have been full. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything I am doing. It’s just lately I sense I am spreading myself thin. My mind, heart and body have been pouring out to the point of exhaustion. I feel a bit stretched. When I feel this way, my body begins to shut down. I get a little cranky. I have a hard time engaging and staying focused.  I get hungry …

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    Benched, Part 2: Pulling Up a Seat to the Feast

    When you last found me, I was reveling in my season of “Funemployment.” “Benched,” so to speak, for the time being. Funemployment in DC has been wonderful, expansive, and healing. You can read all about that here. I haven’t felt poor in DC, even though I haven’t enjoyed the same kind of salary that I had in New York. In New York, it’s dizzying how quickly your money goes. Especially when you have some of it to spend. In fact, it’s such a cliche I almost can’t bring myself to write this (yet cliches tell …