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

It happens, you know, from time to time – the mind reaches, though to no avail. And, generally when our hearts are seeking.

Through the years I’ve learned, some matters can not be forced. Rather, they must be revealed…in and of its own way.

Just as gratitude within an unyielding rain. And, the tenacity of speckled lead against the howling winds. Our kingdom awaits through lessened pace.

This is the essence of life’s gentle unfolding — patience, simplicity and willingness. In this way, the nature of self is revealed.

Wishing you peace, my loves. And, remember…

Where the mind is still, we find our bliss.

Namaste ❤️