We all have some sort of childhood memories that we shelter in our hearts that are soft, and in times of stress we can lean on them to smooth out the turbulence of adult life.
Tim McGraw’s song, plays on the use of the word still. A look back to when a world could just be still. It didn’t have to revolve swifter than the flow of your own blood stream. You could stop and catch your breath, long enough to swing from a tire, strung to a branch of a taller than life, ol oak tree. A time where you could play in the shade and dance in sun, spin in circles, then fall down to lie still, and watch the clouds dance across the dimming summer sky. He then flows to young adulthood and the newness of falling in love. As his melody brings to a close, he brings you to the philosophical part of ones journey in life. Finding ones purpose. Meeting with gratitude, for the ability to be able to still find a greater presence than ones own soul.
Seems so hard sometimes to take the time out of a day, even a busy work filled week, to just be still, enjoy what is of real importance to your soul. Save a little place to go so that you can reconnect with your deepest and best self.