In silence, I notice the sound of the heating system in my house. It tells me that I’m so lucky to have a warm place to live in the winter, which is a dream of other people.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Is that the clock on the stove or the one on the wall? Doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m right here with you.
My dog Tiger, snoring on my lap. Do I need to take him to the vet? How much is that gonna cost? He might have asthma. Shhh. Listen! He’s quiet now. Look at me.
Still breathing. All the time. Without thinking about it, it happens. In. Out. In. Out. Air whistling past my clogged sinuses. In. Out.
Quiet my mind and help me to remember I’m in Your Presence.
Squirrel!
Still here.
Squirrel!
Still here.
Mostly it’s like that. But I keep at it.
I am reading each of your responses in silence and can feel what each of you are experiencing, and sharing. It feels like we are in a meditation together. Silence brings me peace. And right now, connectedness.
Silence can be recalled, beckoned, even when surrounded by the cacophony surrounding me. It ‘descends’ like a blanket. Time slows down. And there seems to be a heightened sense of alertness…the relief is tinged with clarity. I become wholly embodied, grounded. I can breathe.
The aroma of coffee. The crackle of the fire within the wood stove. Distant coyotes. Breathing. Tinnitus. The soft and slow sound of the keyboard. I never learned to type in school. My lovely wife gently snoring. Calm. Peacefulness. Gratefulness. Namaste.
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peace, quiet, and my thoughts
In silence, I notice the sound of the heating system in my house. It tells me that I’m so lucky to have a warm place to live in the winter, which is a dream of other people.
My Ngoc, our minds are so busy that basic needs get overlooked. The little things are not so little. Heating is a big deal.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Is that the clock on the stove or the one on the wall? Doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m right here with you.
My dog Tiger, snoring on my lap. Do I need to take him to the vet? How much is that gonna cost? He might have asthma. Shhh. Listen! He’s quiet now. Look at me.
Still breathing. All the time. Without thinking about it, it happens. In. Out. In. Out. Air whistling past my clogged sinuses. In. Out.
Quiet my mind and help me to remember I’m in Your Presence.
Squirrel!
Still here.
Squirrel!
Still here.
Mostly it’s like that. But I keep at it.
I’m also experiencing the air whistling past the clogged sinuses, hope you feel better soon (and same to your dog)!
I am reading each of your responses in silence and can feel what each of you are experiencing, and sharing. It feels like we are in a meditation together. Silence brings me peace. And right now, connectedness.
When I experience true silence, I notice deep, deep peace.
Amen.
My breath
Inner peace.
Silence can be recalled, beckoned, even when surrounded by the cacophony surrounding me. It ‘descends’ like a blanket. Time slows down. And there seems to be a heightened sense of alertness…the relief is tinged with clarity. I become wholly embodied, grounded. I can breathe.
What I notice most is the embrace.
The aroma of coffee. The crackle of the fire within the wood stove. Distant coyotes. Breathing. Tinnitus. The soft and slow sound of the keyboard. I never learned to type in school. My lovely wife gently snoring. Calm. Peacefulness. Gratefulness. Namaste.
Love. Love is all around us!
