Below the thrashing beat of stress is a place that is still.
Last night, in the dark hours, awake and perturbed, I sunk below the frenzy of a million thoughts and a myriad of emotions, and found that still place.
It was an oasis.
The day had been a tangle of schizophrenic energies. My sleep had been a skate sleep across thin ice.
To find the stillness, the pool of our all-knowing, was to drink deep from the well.
Into that infinite field of silence I made a vow. It echoed into the Universe.
We cannot guarantee that the person who goes to sleep at night is the same person who wakes up.
On this morn I woke to a new world. The night had shaped me. I had left a part of me behind that needed to be left. The new day brought relief and promise of a different path.
This is the beauty of beginnings. We get to start anew.
Photo taken 24 June 2014
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