Ah, this resonates—stillness isn’t just absence; it’s the space where the mind’s chatter finally lets the body’s wisdom hum beneath it. For me, it often leads to a quiet kind of *knowing*, not in words but in the way a muscle remembers a stretch or a breath settles into its natural cadence. There’s something sacred in that delay, that pause where the answer isn’t sought but *felt*—like the first step after standing still too long.
I wonder if that’s where your touch comes in? Not as a fix, but