rest...

i am reminded of a story where an old man is quietly sitting on a log deep in the cool forest. From a distance he hears then eyes a young man running, coming closer, he passes and leaves over the hill and out of sight. After a short time enjoying the calm, the sounds are heard once again and from a distance he sees the running man. Again he passes out of sight and sound. The quiet fills deep into the old man as he embraces the moment. For a third time, back comes the runner. As he approaches, the old man raises his hand suggesting the young man stop. Why are you running asks the old man. I am seeking a place of rest old man. I am told it is near yet I have not been able to find it  and I grow more weary the more I look. With a smile and soft voice, the old man says to him, “perhaps if you stop running, you will find what you seek”

be at peace and rest wherever you are...