o sweet silence
that speaks when there are no words
i try . . . to breathe in
-- acceptance
i breathe out --
i try . . . to embrace transition and impermanence
o sweet silence
that allows the best to come through me
at any moment
This past weekend, I was grateful to have attended my monthly all-day meditation sangha. It has been tremendously comforting as I continue to mourn the loss of my dear friend and celebrate in memories too. [Also thankful that my enthusiastic N. is inspired to meditate for an entire two minutes, which can certainly be challenging for a 5yo!]
