"The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear."
Rumi
Sitting quietly at the table, I cleared my mind of thought and filled it with gentle white light. I remained still, allowing my mind to be like a curious child. I did not want to be tainted by the past nor fascinated by an imaginary future. I yearned to simply be present while listening for the Divine plan to be whispered from my soul.
With the passing of winter, blackened snow had been shoveled away and the new year sorted through options of what might be at bay. Alas, spring has come with high winds blowing old layers away. New growth is pushing up offering an array of options to answer the question of how does my garden grow.
Without pen or paper, my mind is quiet and gentle images float through this inner light of mine. There finally has been enough healing that my sense of self has become sturdy without needing personal acceptance or approval. In this stillness, I feel the best of everything gently sliding my way.
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