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Category Archives: Stillness
A grey December morning. Snow, sub-zero temperature, still wind, discerning. The neighbourhood is resting. A sweet scent of peace. There is silent worship.
Early autumn morning no need for words drinking tea is enough.
5:30 am. Ink dark outside. Cold. Breakfast of oats, flaxseeds, banana, avocado, raw honey, almond milk, yogurt and organic green tea and poetry. And this simple yet calming poem by Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things,” touches my being … Continue reading
Slow rhythm of the season. There is growing darkness. And then there is silence. Silence echoes more prominently in being alone. And it gets deeper and deeper and deeper as it expands, slowly. Deep thoughts emerge and float in silent … Continue reading
It is cold and dark. By the window, my mind floats with the lightness of silence. I live inside each moment. It is liberating with many possibilities.
In its quiet elegance, it reveals heaven, humans and the earth. I look deeply long enough that seems like eternity and then I see what the ancient sages and poets and monks saw, and I just know…the soul stirs because … Continue reading
A solitary bird, a brown leaf in the dead of winter, and a black & white photograph of a flower arrangement in an old container. They all speak in silence to the human heart.
A leaf covered by snow, a moonlight in winter and tears in the stillness of the night.
The mystery of the last breath, the mystery of goodbyes and tears, and I quietly look out the window to a place somewhere beyond the horizon, as I learn to trust the moment, to trust the journey, to trust the … Continue reading
The silence and stillness of an empty coffee cup resting on a snowy ground. In due time, it will be gone. Forever.