Silence and the Purity of Authentic Thought

"Traveling alone is a learning process;

some people travel for leisure,

I travel to run into myself!"

C. JoyBell C.

When my lovely daughter graduated from college, my journey to be with her stretched from an under two hour drive to a lengthy six hour drive, now turned eight.  There were hours to explore my choices, behaviors, and the depths of silence waiting for the purity of authentic thought.  

In all seasons the roads were beautiful.  In time I had selected my safest places to stop and a few shops for diversion when bored.  I knew the route by heart, and always felt as though I were being  pulled into my daughter's presence which continued to be a spiritual rest in a sacred haven.

The drive home often began with tears, but soon nature would pull my eyes  to watch the beauty and precision of the sky bound birds. The gracefulness of the deer stroked a natural sense of energy within me.  Watching the sky led to my understanding of the language hidden in the midst of the clouds.  The gentle movement in the sky reflected the necessity for me to gently change.