Silence is difficult to come by in New York City, with buses whizzing by, Fresh Direct trucks idling outside my window, lines of police cars ten deep doing drills with their sirens on…you get the idea. I seek it, and sometimes I find it in unexpected moments.

But stillness is something different.  Where silence calms you down, stillness transports you to another place.  Walking through the park, I’m often lulled into these pockets of stillness that I can feel to my core, that shifts the chatter in my head and the anxiety so often with me into something else deeper and more meaningful.  For a few moments full of grace, I am not what I do or who I know.  I just am.

These are the golden moments.