… and Max said, “Be Still!”
That is the line that sticks with me from Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are. It’s always been a favorite book of mine, and over the weekend, my four-year-old and I enjoyed it together. We’ve been imagining our own wild rumpus ever since, and I am overly excited that my kid wants to read this story over and over again.
But here’s the thing. While I have always loved how that book encourages imagination, compassion, and learning from those who might appear different than us, this weekend, this classic became a spiritual practice for me.
“Be still!” I would whisper/shout to myself when my mind started spinning with all of the news about this virus. “Be still!” I would tell myself when I wanted to put away a few more things, clean a few more dishes, or send just one more email. “Be still!” I would repeat, mantra-like, as I tried to settle my spirit before bedtime. Be still. Be still. Be still.