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….
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.