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Distant Echoes Closing In
by Ida Lawrence
I like to listen when I first come awake in the morning… to try and get a read on where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing during sleep. So this morning I listened, and the message was “No regrets, no worries.” Aha! That’s a good place to stand at the beginning of the day.
Lately I’ve been ‘not attending’ to demands, inner and outer. Too many demands, too many injured souls, too much pain in the world, the fear is too cold, the anger leaves bruises.
Is it pummeling your spirit too? Words upon words to the degree that they become repetitious… losing their meaning. That is the storm… lightening, rain, thunder, wind, and all kinds of debris blowing around. I found myself needing to move to the eye of the storm… where it’s quiet.
Observing and not doing, hearing and not listening, standing still like a human tree, roots going down and roots going up too. Sensitivity to the great turmoil thrusts one inward and you go there slightly wounded and befuddled. The sacred and holy is not found in cacophony.
Source: http://philosophers-stone.co.uk/wordpress/2014/05/distant-echoes-closing-in/
