It was just a moment, and I saw myself. I can no longer even say what I was. And now I’m sleepy, because I think- I don’t know why- that the meaning of it all is to sleep.

When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and the most self-absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they’re sleeping.

All life is a dream. No one knows what he’s doing, no one knows what he wants, no one knows what he knows. We sleep our lives, eternal children of Destiny. That’s why, whenever this sensation rules my thoughts, I feel an enormous tenderness that encompasses the whole of childish humanity, the whole of sleeping society, everyone, everything.

~Fernando Passoa

simple overtures of peace…

inquiry for today~ sweet dreams….

where will I go?

We need to name toxic silence as the silence that causes harm, shame, minimization, and damage to our world. And we need to name loving silence as the silence that is generative and creative, a silence that deepens our unity with self and others- the kind of silence that cultivates a more expansive and loving world.

~Cassidy Hall