I am Both Stillness...and the Storm That Clears
- Angela O'Brien-Greywitt

- 10 hours ago
- 2 min read

There are mornings I have shared, that meet me in stillness. Coffee warm in my hand. Light moving softly through the trees out my windows.
My breath...
inhale...peace
exhale...gratitude
pause...
Nothing is asking anything of me. I am not reaching for anything.
In these moments, I understand the sacred as quiet. Not loud. Not proving. Not performing. Just...present.
And yet - this is not the whole of me. There is also a current that moves through my body like lightening that does not ask permission.
A knowing that rises. A truth that speaks. Not to disrupt for the sake of noise...but to clear what is no longer aligned within me.
For much of my life, I believed I had to choose. Would I be the still one or the strong one?
To be gentle...or to be powerful.
To hold peace...or to speak truth.
But life -- through experience, through love, through becoming --has shown me something deeper.
Stillness is not weakness. And the storm is not chaos.
It is where I listen. Where I remember. Where I return to myself again, and again, and again.
And the storm? The storm is what moves through me when something asks to be released. Old patterns. Old roles. Old ways of dimming my light to keep the peace.
The storm does not come to destroy.
It comes to clear space for what is true.
I have learned not to fear either. Not the quiet and not the movement. Not the breath and not the fire.
I can sit with my back against Mama Oak, feeling the earth hold me steady...
And I can also feel the lightening of truth move through my voice, my hands, my life.
I am not divided. I am not one or the other.
I am both.
Stillness...and the storm that clears. And in that knowing-- I no longer try to contain myself into something more acceptable.
I simply live. Breathe. Listen. Speak. Write. Create. Love. And TRUST...that both are sacred.
Aho.
Amen.
Angela
Angel Face Mystic
Thunderbird of Sound and Light
Peaceful Warrior
Gardener
Mother and Grandmother



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