When the Wall is Enough

This is the time to be slow, lie low to the wall until the bitter weather passes.

There is a kind of wisdom in not moving. Not the paralysis of fear, but the deliberate choice to sit still while forces larger than ourselves work through their cycles. A wall does not argue with the wind. It simply stands, absorbs, endures. This is different from waiting passively; it is an active form of attention, a refusal to spend energy on what cannot be changed. The body knows this already. It knows how to do nothing well.