I take Sunday as a sabbath, not as part of a religion, but as part of love. So when a friend visited last Sunday, we practiced silence on a trip around the pond. It reminded me of how little we really need to say. But more than that, it reminded me of how much of what we want to say springs from ego.
When we rely on our spirit, we don’t feel compelled to draw attention to our grand acts, OR explain our not so grand acts. The best carrier of spirit is silence.
Let’s recognize the noise for what it is. And let’s listen to the silence.
Love smiles,