Day 29, Quiet

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Dear friends,

We are almost through May. I am so grateful that you’ve held this space with me, and truly honored both to share my words with you and to have windows into your own precious souls.

There is plenty in the world that keeps us severed from one another, hurting, making dangerous assumptions about each other’s state of being, about each others inherent “goodness” or even belovedness.

I hope and pray that words, that poetry, serve as medicine, as a way to tether us to one another, as a way to remember that this earth, this life, is all we have, and we have it together. May we tend to our own souls and in doing so, tend to one another’s as well.

Today’s word is quiet.

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We were created
in the depths of
The Quiet, where
our souls were
tenderly formed.

We live our
life searching
for that 
Same Quiet,
trying to return
to a womb that
can no longer
hold us.

Still, we search,
everywhere and
in everyone, trying
to make sense of 
the noise, trying
to get still enough
to notice that
absolutely nothing
is getting in the way
of our own soul’s
longings.

One day, we will
pass on to the 
Otherworld, where
The Quiet waits
for us again, waiting
with a tender embrace,
waiting to welcome us
into an eternity
of sacred Quiets,
an eternity of knowing
and loving ourselves
until we are home again.