Sometimes, silence says it all. I think of those times as moments in the void; as small movements and ripplings in the womb of potential; as my world shapeing itself without striving or effort, without intention or design; gaining strength by being quiet, being still and letting go. I seem to be in my greatest time of l’lessons learned’. As strange as it may seem, there is great joy in this process for me as so much has stayed the same for so long. It is as if the surface had become impenetrable and is now yielding to something that will allow new things to grow. Sometimes, rest is the good that preceeds change.
I am discovering that I have to reclaim the territory of my own wise counsel. As much as I have invited and welcomed the truth of others to weave through my own, it leaves me feeling like a pastoral scene spotted with pieces of carnival gear! Nothing wrong with a carnival – it is out of place, incomplete and fractured, and simply is not who I am. No doubt, I am not alone in this experience.
And so, the coming weeks will reflect my movements and discoveries. Soon, there will be a new two-day experience for me to engage with larger numbers of women; a process that will be filled with guided inductions and ‘do-me-button’ moments! I find myself looking forward to the process for its incredible outcomes – and what else it may reveal to me about my own journey.
For now, back to that stillness inside. As I go about my busy-ness on the outside, I know that the stillness inside continues. There, it is dark and soothing, waiting for the arrival of the new.
Breathing is good….
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