Winds of Restlessness

A restless mind is not a wrong mind.
It’s just a mind that hasn’t settled yet.
Today, I sat with that truth.

I didn’t try to force calm.
I didn’t try to push thoughts away.
Instead, I watched how thoughts stirred like wind through leaves—
never quite still, but also not harmful.

There was a temptation to label the sit as “distracted.”
But then I remembered:
Awareness was still there.
Even when the mind wandered, I knew it wandered.
That knowing is enough.

Sometimes the practice is calm and spacious.
Sometimes it’s a little wild.
But always, it’s real.
Always, it’s an invitation to stay.

Today, I stayed.
And that is its own kind of peace.