Why do I write?
You’ve heard it, I’m sure…sometimes silence speaks. And if you don’t
write it down, don’t rush to catch the word, or phrase, or sense of
being…it may never come again. Never.
And if you manage to trace even the shadow of the thing, you have left
the window open for more visits, perhaps more often…until you and
Silence are practically communing.
So it is with me. I catch an audible glimpse, a whisper, a stirring in
my spirit…and I must try my best to sketch it, if only its outlines.
But don’t be mistaken…
Silence never speaks directly with the ear, only with the soul, one
essence to another. The ear may actually masquerade as the Ego, and so
must excuse himself altogether, must leave the room, the
Only when she sits alone and vulnerable, will your Soul discern the
whispering of Silence.
But you know that, just as I know it. And it is this shared
understanding which brings us together here, together on this path…the
path of joy and delight, of tears and longing, the path which
harmonizes our voices into song, and unifies our footsteps into
dance…the path leading to a sacred space, here and now, and to the
And, sometimes, we find each other, as we pause for a moment to
reflect, to share a refreshing sip of inspiration, or simply to escape
the World, to reclaim what we know to be real.
May this be such a place of blessing for you… as you read, as you
comment, as you delight in the sweetness and discernment of other
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