Questions, Levitation, and Finding the Quiet
Stabile: The Primary (16" x 12" )
On finding the quiet
“But it’s so loud out there,” whispered rabbit.
“That’s why,” explained wolf as he tapped his furry chest, “you need to start in here.”
Thoughts while making
“Where do you hear the Quiet?” she asked.
This was an odd question, I thought. And it was made even stranger given that the person asking was a light greenish blue and floating about two and a half feet off the ground.
The best I could do was offer a solid “Ummmm” before she spoke again.
“Where do you hear the Quiet?” she repeated, a warm halo of golden candle sparks slowly circling her head. “That place where all else drops away, where light and sound and sweetness replace fear and pain and doubt?”
***Was I dreaming? I had to be dreaming.***
“Where do you feel that Stillness,” she continued, “where time wraps softly around you like a magic cape, a childhood blanket, like love itself?”
***This was totally a dream. Totally. But it felt so real.***
“Where do you feel that Peace,” she said, “where your breath comes deep + slow and every cell of your body relaxes, even that time-tangled knot buried since you were so young?”
***I knew it was a dream, but.***
“I hear the Quiet,” I started, “while rolling down a rocky single track trail, pine + sage, autumn chill, a blur yet clear, holding it all lightly, fluid and one.”
“I feel the Stillness,” I shared, “when I step into my shop, my heart full, appreciative, recognizing the gift I have been given a 100 times a hundred times over.
“I feel the Peace,” I explained, “when Buddy climbs up on my chest, purring until he falls asleep, safe, connected, aligned, all tension released, heart on heart.”
I wake in tears, missing Buddy, but quickly think to search my room.
As expected, there are no levitating blue people here.
It *was* a dream, and I am grateful for it.