Wherever I am, the world comes after me.

It offers me its busyness.

It does not believe that I do not want it.

Now I understand why the old poets of China

went so far and high into the mountains,

then crept into the pale mist.

~ Mary Oliver

maybe there is no end…only new beginnings….

inquiry for today~ may you too, listen for new growth….

settle and shift

When we make a place for silence, we make room for ourselves.

This is simple. And it is radical.

A room set apart for silence becomes a sanctuary-

a place for breath, for refreshment, for challenge, and for healing.

~Gunilla Norris