Stillness.

Stillness is a secret door, isn’t it. Hidden, in plain view. Locked, until you find the key. Plain to the untrained eye. Uninteresting, A dead end, Boring. Until you stumble into its wondrous garden of mind-blowing wonder. What was that? How can I get back there? Call it meditation Or call it prayer Call it … Continue reading Stillness.

Coming Home

I tap on the walls of my heart. Are you in there? Can we talk? She seems so close at times, resting a few inches deep in my chest, only a whisper away. Yet today it feels I must travel miles to see her clearly. So I begin my journey. Miles in silence, miles in movement, … Continue reading Coming Home

Still.

If I sit very still (as still as a stone) I can almost see the growth happening in me, in the soil around me as the first green stems push up un-earthing Such is growth. un-earthing what is possible what is unknown what is to be I can almost sense the earth’s rotation and my … Continue reading Still.