I learn the way of listening, silence, stillness. The more I express myself through word and action, the more do people take issue with me. I don’t understand myself to be a ‘difficult person,’ but maybe I am one. I must be one. I have passed the week convincing, arguing, explaining or justifying things I have said. Why so difficult? What am I saying that is so challenging?
Today, in the quiet space of restraint, and then waiting, and then the soul-soothing rest, I discovered how the energy can turn, revolve, move, transform. Something larger than my own expressive striving arises, and it opens the way to true relationship.
