January 9th, 2013 For several days I have been struggling with an energy that I couldn’t quite grasp. It felt like it was asking me to meet my death again. As I sat in meditation I thought of Saffy and Freckles, and the chickens. Robert was not upstairs in the carriage house. He was on …
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Silent Presence
The Silence is not silent. It is not passive. It may or may not be quiet. It is effortlessness. It is flow, pregnant with movement. Silent presence is a creative force for good. As I stand fixed in the middle of this present moment, I enter into this Silence and become a beacon of illumination, …
Amaya Gayle 