silence keepers

silence keepers

Sitting here, on the couch, listening to the clock tick, makes me wonder if I am afraid of silence; of being idle; of stillness.  I always encourage others to cultivate that empty space – that quiet well – for themselves, but do I do it for myself? The pull to constantly be reading or figuring out a problem or checking for a message or writing a blog post (*ahem) or vacuuming or making something better, or cleaner, or more worthwhile…the pull to be productive in some form – to be doing something, always – is strong.  Sometimes almost always, it’s too strong, and I give in to the pull; the allure of constant engagement or stimulation or growth or value creation.  The desire to always have something to show for how I am spending my time.  Proof of worth.  Validation that I am thinking or doing important things that matter.  Ensuring I am making something of myself.   Being the one who always knows the answer or who can figure it out, or refer you to someone who can. Continue reading “silence keepers”

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unfinished

unfinished

To map the world is to look into a sea of broken and see infinite beauty.

To wonder how another’s story goes is to remember the connections that linger, unwavering.

To walk an ally-way is to accept imperfection through perfect disarray and subtle glimpses of joy.

To climb a prairie hillside is to see beyond limitations and into the essence of each breath.

To rest in a field of wildflowers is to allow the flow of energy to open, unencumbered.

To wake up to authentic value is to experience abundance overflowing into truth.

Be the map maker.