Dearest Friend, Sometimes when you are still enough for long enough, the spiders either forget you’re there or generously open the doors into their secret places and offer a sacred peek into the truth beneath the truth. Don’t believe me? Be still enough. Early one morning last summer, Coos Bay, Oregon, alone in a magic garden, at the edge of my eyes I saw a daredevil spider leap from banyan tree leaf, free fall (outside of time), then catch herself with the rope she had tied around her waist just before she would have been broken to bits by the rocks.
"Be still means letting go of the secondary level of thought, opinion, judgment, commentary
This is what it means to stop. To be still."
I'm sort of in this silly space that insists that to be still enough to is believe that we have always been, and we that are still, enough to be loved. Just as we are. Not because we are perfect, but because the source of all love loves perfectly.
Amazing words, Chris.
Thank you, John. It was so good to catch up. Looking forward to next time.
I have dared to try, I cannot.
I am giving up. Surrendering.
Thank you for this, Scott. Sincerely.
Dear friend,
This little love note reminded me of something I listened on a audio book some time ago:
Be still does not mean to stop moving the body
Be still does not mean to try to stop all thoughts and feelings from arising
Thoughts and feelings will always arise
Be still means letting go of the secondary level of thought, opinion, judgment, commentary
This is what it means to stop. To be still.
It struck me so at that time and I had to rewind and make a note and then it came wafting back in after reading your letter.
I do know that my mind is hardly ever still enough and I also know that still enough for now it in fact enough 🤍
I love this so much:
"Be still means letting go of the secondary level of thought, opinion, judgment, commentary
This is what it means to stop. To be still."
I'm sort of in this silly space that insists that to be still enough to is believe that we have always been, and we that are still, enough to be loved. Just as we are. Not because we are perfect, but because the source of all love loves perfectly.