There are two types of calm, dead calm and live. Dead calm is easy, just go where nothing lives, or kill everything around you that does. It was the type of calm that existed when nothing existed at all. The calm of the void. Then, there is the live type of calm, and that is when things in one's life for an interlude have all been taken care of, and there is nothing to do but to enjoy the quiet. That type of calm is that of control, mastery of the moment — some never learn it, I think. Dead calm is stable without a live thing disturbing it, and it can last forever. Live calm is by nature ephemeral, something that blooms and wilts in an hour.
Live calm, I believe, can be cultivated. And I think there are different flavors of it that exist, like sweet and sour: the difference between the flight to a honeymoon destination and coming home from a funeral. Live calm can be cooked, made up of different ingredients: homecoming, Christmas Eve, even a mere weekend.
When you get a live calm, make sure that you don't spoil its savor by immediately finding busywork. Business is business, but calm is where you get to smell the roses along the way. Life is more than motion. Sometimes, life is a moment when everything is balanced, and still.
