When I am still and present, my belly guides me. It sings and purrs, or it churns and sours. It shines light or forms shadow. When I ignore my gut (and let fear speak for me), I inevitably trip into the sharp edge of regret. Regret then turns into another reminder to return to the moment. To listen better. To put my boot on my own road. When I am overwhelmed by the clutter of thought and/or environmental stuff, activity, and emotional energy, I cannot so easily hear the sounds of my soul. The world can be loud and my mind too, full and busy. At these moments, I seek simplicity and hush myself into silence. I go within.
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
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