Here’s the invitation.
To sit down. To allow our wandering hearts a moment of quiet.
And a hint: quiet does not mean we stop breathing, or children stop fidgeting, or the events of our lives don’t rise in our minds.
It means we open ourselves, we open our hearts.
It is letting go of our certainties, and allowing what is, to be.
Here are some things the wise have found in those moments of opened heart. Perhaps, if you look, you will notice them, as well.
And, in this pause, in this instance of openness we might just find refuge from the storm.
For a moment.
To encounter the mysteries of love.
And, later, in good time, it is what we’ve noticed, seen and felt that will carry us forward.
Forward to the good work.
The hand that reaches out.
The songs of justice.
In this moment.