Today I woke up in a tender state of an absolute deep all-encompassing beautiful silence.
For the past week I’ve held sacred space, safe space, guiding and co-creating a week-long individual retreat ‘Alchemy of Wholeness’ with my client. The internal work we’ve done together was deep. Invisible personal continental desks of life, lifetimes, timelines, bodymind maps and territories have been shifted and re-drawn. Subtle but absolutely essential internal structures changed and reset. There have been lots of talking we’ve done but the most important things happened in the depth of the living silences in-between.
It has always been so. The ‘external’ form of the work is done and then the subtle one in depth keeps going doing its own work. The current of river of one’s life has been ‘corrected’, ‘re-directed back’ or ‘re-connected’. Whatever stood in or was distorting its way was shifted and now the freed flow of the river current does its own work. Flowing free it is clearing the rest of the debris down the road, reasserting its recalibrated strength, taking back its sovereign territory, re-establishing and renegotiating connections with the land around and the sky above; re-creating relations with life and the rest of the world, cosmos, being…
Yes, the most important things happen in the silence of life flowing within in its true directionality. Once freed, re-enlivened, life knows what to do. Once supported the body-mind knows how to reset itself back to healthy dynamics in its own time. Once receiving full awareness and presence again life activates the inner compass of true destiny once more. Life flows true again…
This morning reminded me of the precious gifts of the silence. The silence that is quiescence. This morning all of my being felt that deep nourishing silence-quiescence, stillness, reset and held it with tenderness and gratitude.
So, the morning cup of tea with its soft sweet fresh green aroma and a spiral of hot steam rising up towards the spaciousness of sky; the hearing of the silence at the end of the red kite’s cry rising up stretching out filling the space; the whole of body-mind bathing in the healing nurturing presence, a quiescence; this little-big satori of everyday life becomes a poetry, a sacred ceremony and a celebration of life.
And Life sweetly whispers into my ear: “Requiesce, filiola mea.” “Rest, my precious daughter”.
Breathe in, breath out… listen to the silence in between and the gate of the living Dao opens…
…ENTER…
