Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping,

the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance. Stillness.

One of the doors into the temple.
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~Mary Oliver

simple receptivity to the space within….

inquiry for today~ settle in and down and retreat to a moment of quietude….

budding care of the soul…

So, if you are too tired to speak,

sit next to me

for I, too, am fluent in silence.

~R. Arnold