That quiet place, the still point, within it is everything we already know, but have forgotten. Is it any wonder that in today’s flurry of busyness, that we have little time for contemplation and quietness? Yet it is only through these two that we can truly understand ourselves and the world around us. It is only through silence that the beauty of the world can be seen. Seeing through silence. Sounds strange, doesn’t it? But those of you, and I know you are many, who have experienced this will understand deeply. We have replaced mindfulness with mindful. Take a few minutes today to sit in silence and just be. There is so much waiting for you just below the surface of life. Namaste~ Storm (Deb)

life heals in the most quiet ways…..like finding a religion of one’s own….like finding the secret to happiness in the darkest day……like finding the fog through the dawn…..so roundabout, random and raw……

It is far more creative to work with the idea of mindfulness rather than with the idea of will. If you work with a different rhythm, you will come easily and naturally home to your self. Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of your self. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more importantly, it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey. There are not general principles for this art of being. Yet the signature of this unique journey is inscribed deeply in each soul. If you attend to your self and seek to come into your own presence, you will find exactly the right rhythm for your life….. John O’Donohue

that little current….caught…..

I do not run to the river as my sisters do
Throwing off their clothes leaping laughing into the water with Joy
I come quietly to the Edge
Holding the hand of my Eldest sister
And touch the water softly with my toe
Some of my sisters turn back to me
With smiles of encouragement
I go in, I know that I do
So I step forward slowly feeling the water slip against my skin until I am submerged
And with one final breath I duck down into the coolness
Feel my hair against my watery cheek
Before I rise for air
One of my sisters has come back for me now
To draw me deeper
I turn back to the bank
To see who has been left behind
But there is nobody there
Only the river now
And We
As we flow away

…..(Shakti’s Swan) Dana…awakening woman