BE-ing Stillness

A day of rest, slow movement, release of thoughts, and introspection comes to a close with the scent of summer dusk before a rain. Enchanting cacophony of birdsong as the feathered ones take cover from the impending downpour. Winds whirl, a chill moves in, winged and four-leggeds scamper to take cover, and then...

Nothing. No rain. No storm. Just stillness once again.

I observe and feel joy for the cool clarity of evening. I am learning to carry what is on my shoulders in a different way, and the weather reflects my willingness to change in the moment - to react in a different way than is expected.

Remain in peace, in each moment.

Posted by Silence at 08:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Several times in the last few days I have come across others writing about 'falling backwards'. The repetition is not by accident; of that I am sure.

Falling backwards requires complete trust. Or the possibility of broken wrists. Facing forward and trusting that whatever is behind us will offer a soft place to land. And knowing that the falling isn't what will harm us; resistance to the fall is what creates injury.

A spiritual Nestea plunge.

Am I trusting enough in those moments of free-fall to notice and observe my reaction, and to accept the fall? Can I enjoy the journey on the way down?

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I awaken to the sound of silence. Peaceful, blissful soul stillness. The world has not yet awakened, except for a lone raven's call from high in the cedars.

I rise without a word, thankful for the quietness. In meditative moments of mindfulness and solitude, I feed the animals, care for the plants. Mindful walking. Mindful drinking - yin/yang water. Mindful collecting firewood and stoking the morning fire. Mindful of contributing to the stillness, not crashing over it.

I do not speak; morning is a time for silence. My actions are gentle, my steps non-intrusive.

Awareness and thankfulness of BE-ing stillness in the sacred Morning.

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There are tears of release. There are tears of self-pity.

Or maybe there are just tears.

Today I cry, and my mind judges me for the tears. Why? What does it matter why I cry today? I feel I need to, so I do. Release = Real Ease. There is no need for judgement. Just to honor that which I have learned so well:

"The body weeps the tears the eyes do not shed."

The tears are a gift, an opportunity to rise above the judgement and just allow things to flow as they should. Whatever is welling in these eyes of mine, may it continue to flow and transform into whatever it needs to be for the good of All.

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