What can be found within the depths of stillness, and why doesn't it seem like an accessible pursuit (sometimes)? Join me as I recollect the reimbursements stillness has given me at the least expected times. 

Do you find it easy, difficult, or somewhere in between, to snatch moments of stillness for yourself? How do you recollect the pieces that make you who and what you are, as maybe a working class person, a performing artist, a friend, or all of the above? 

This episode of Underneath the Sunbeams is named after "Still," a piano song by Ann Sweeten.