It was a busy morning, writing emails, fixing a broken window, and then gathering stuff into the pickup for a trip to the dump. We are loaded up and ready to go, but hold on a minute, D has forgotten something in the house. There is a pause in the action while she returns to fetch it. As I sit and wait for her, I notice that the garden right next to the truck is full of echinacea and lilies quietly nodding to themselves. Their quiet beauty draws one into presence, and we spend a blessed moment together, the flowers and I, free of the noise of the mind. There is a timeless wholeness in this presence without any mental comment, like, ‘Oh, how beautiful’. To touch this no-time, even for a moment, feels like a healing for oneself and the whole wounded world.
Dyan returns, climbs into the truck, and off we go to the dump. The silence is still with you as you drive, and a gladness in life comes from nowhere.
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