[pullquote align=”left”]Be still. Stillness reveals the secrets of eternity ― Laozi[/pullquote]

I was having such difficulties writing this morning, the result of a restless night sleep.

It happens, you know, from time to time – these moments of great creative unsettledness. And generally when our hearts are searching so desperately for something, only to have that something find us first.

I’ve learned over these very many years, that this process of turning loving-thoughts into words…it can’t ever be forced. It has to simply just occur, to manifest in and of its way…at the time and place it has best determined.

And, we shouldn’t ever fight it, my dears…lest we create a much bigger spiritual ‘mess.’

Over the years, I have learned my place – that this process of turning loving-thought into words…can not ever be forced.

Sometimes, we have to be absolutely still to be heard. And, when I finally do let go of my struggling – the words inevitably find me.

And, always in the most curious of ways.

The universe has such a funny way, of waiting until its entirely sure that we are truly ready to pay attention.

Kind of like my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Dingledine – whose militant withholding of those delicious graham treats secured the silence of every last one of us.

In those days, the motivation for stillness was directly proportionate to the amount of peanut ‘smooshed’ across a Keebler cinnamon graham.

And, then as we grow older, our view of this world becomes somewhat more complicated – sometimes jaded by the challenges we have experienced.

But, it’s only really our perception now, isn’t it? Seeing things in such stark contrast…we become blind to those little things in between.

Such as the clouds, gathering in wisps of grey and threatening to overshadow the majesty of the early morning sunrise. We identify only with what we see.

But, what should happen as the rain begins to fall? Do we not then see the cloud with those drops of rain? Or, in the tiny drops of dew that collect along the inner leaves?

Why can we not always see that the cloud is in there, too? And, only having changed just a bit?

You see, my dears – it’s impossible for the clouds to ever really go away. They simply transform into a million other things – it’s only our perception that has ever really changed.

It can become snow or sleet or freezing rain; or the mist that sometimes fogs our vision.

But the cloud is always there, my friends – simply waiting for that single instance of recognition.

And when we are still, we are finally able to see this – that nothing, not even the ominous of greys can ever dare to take the sun’s light away.

So you see, even when our inner peace may seem challenged – rest assured, the light of our hearts can never be extinguished.

Much love, my most beautiful friends ~ and here’s to the light that shines on within.