How to Practice Deep Listening and Reclaim Your Intuition
I heard the drip of rain. At my 11 o’clock, running water. At my 9 o’clock, birds communicating. And between all of those noises, I heard stillness.
I heard the drip of rain. At my 11 o’clock, running water. At my 9 o’clock, birds communicating. And between all of those noises, I heard stillness.
Love is the clanging of cymbals when there is none—loud in absence and full in its presence. We don’t get to dictate love. This isn’t a movie we direct.
Hair falls from my head like leaves fall off trees and petals fall off flowers. Shedding—letting go—one of the most natural parts of nature.
Have you felt love? Do you know her warm touch and her warm embrace? The nourishment you feel when it fills your belly? There is no love like Divine Love.