I remember my first introduction to the transformative power of silence.

I was 19 years old, at the time – and a massive tornado had just pushed through the very heart of our sleepy Texas town. In the aftermath, there was a stillness — as if all of mankind had gathered to pause.

By some divine grace, our house had been spared. Though, others – not more than a few feet away, had crumbled to dust in its path. As my neighbors emerged from the tumbled wreckage, I had expected to hear cries and moans — and, yet?

Not a sound was to be heard. It was as if stillness had become its own refuge.

I realized that stillness has its own quality of ‘unchanging.’ That even in this aftermath there exists a space of healing.

Perhaps, stillness is that pause in between? Much like the point in a ball’s trajectory where it is neither rising, nor falling – rather, it is suspended without judgment; never quite knowing where it may ultimately ‘land.’

And, much like each breath, between the rise and fall of our own chest walls — there exists an eternal peace.

It is this sense of well-being, my dearest darlings; this underlying calm — which remains accessible to us throughout each of our moments.

But only if we are willing, that is.

In peace, my loves ~ namaste ❤️