Once again (or as is often the case), I’ve heard from quite a few of you sharing that you’re experiencing passages of ‘standstill’, ‘stuckness’, and/or ‘in-betweens’.
All of this despite it being a season of busyness and even anxious frenzy as holidays unfold and a new calendar year looms.
Given that it’s Advent on the liturgical calendar — which means waiting (with a sense of positive expectancy) — it seems a fine time to share this updated Standstill post from the Sophia’s Children treasure vault.
As you’ll see, sometimes ‘standstill’ is both the right action and the right place. Enjoy.
“My Life Came to a Standstill…”
That’s what Leo Tolstoy wrote in his Confessions about the period in his life when his old priorities and accomplishments no longer held meaning for him, but a new sense of meaning and authenticity hadn’t yet become clear.
At the time, Tolstoy was between stories,
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