I’ve started a new blog, And Then Opens Possibility, a fresh new sanctuary I’m creating for quiet introspection. Come on over and follow me there if you’d like a place where you can look inside and outside yourself, a place where you see what’s possible from right here, right now, in the present moment, in all its richness and mystery.
it is hard to hear.
In silent moments
I feel its breath
Its voice is clear:
Be who you are
Your light is for giving.
This poem is about what happens when I make time to just be, to just sit still with myself, to just let whatever comes up be what’s needed.
These quiet times with myself are not always magical. In fact, they can be downright difficult. I’m sometimes challenged by my thoughts running around like a kid on a sugar high, and just can’t shut them off. I’m sometimes overwhelmed with all that my life seems to demand of me. I’m sometimes gripped by fear of something, be it failure or success, knowing or not knowing, having or not having.
By coming back to the quiet space, time and time again, I’m sometimes…
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