I sat outside with my first cup of coffee today and listened to the birds, observed the clouds changing as the sun rose. I felt my heart beating in my chest. The space held peace, gentleness, slowing, timelessness. There was no urge to move, to get busy, to do.
This was sacred time.
And I notice how often we miss the stillness, the sacredness of Life itself, in our pursuit of doing. We run through life, moving faster and faster, doing as much as we can. I wonder:
What are we running from?
What are we running to?
What energy is driving us: fear? desire? love?
What energy do we wish to expend on the journey?