When I flit from day to day, caught up in all that is tangible around me, there is something lurking that tugs at the part of me that no one else sees.
I am reminded that things are not what they seem.
There is more going on than the “stuff” I have to do and the money I have to make. There is more to the bodies in my life than drama and stress and even more than the smiles that flash as they walk by.
I slowed down today and let my inner ear hear.
Like the tick of a watch that can only be heard when all other noise has been stilled, it’s always there but gets shuffled to the bottom, in all that life has going on.
What is really going on?
What is it that these outward things are creating on the inside?
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