Rest is easy to pronounce and hard to do.

I wrote this poem in 2019, around the time I was just starting my Masters Degree. I was so worried and I didn't know what to expect because I had never been down that road before. One day, I was making eggs and looking out my window and I just observed the mountains and clouds- they were just themselves, just 'being'.

What does it look like for you to be still and at peace in the middle of uncertainty? For me, the answer I discovered (and I'm still learning) is in this poem.

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