Actually, you hear the wee small voice within and this is really important. This is best heard when on the surface you hear nothing like this kind of a day. Ah, what a great bit of timing. So quiet you could hear a snowflake fall?
It is this stillness, this quiet that I want access to but seem to thwart by avoiding it. Why do I resist the ten to twenty minutes that lead me into the land of peace?
When the Breath Is Heavy: A Day of Emotional Reckoning — M, I’m Sorry
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”— Rumi Holding My
Breath I’ve been holding my breath all morning.I’ve been moving through the
day witho...
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