 
I’ve been quieter than usual. And for longer than usual. A lot longer.
This wasn’t a planned period of introspection or a choice I made because I decided it was something I should do; nor did I expect to reach a particular place or end. I honestly had no idea where it — or I — was going.
It just started happening. And so, instead of ignoring or resisting it, I listened; with a bit of reluctance alongside a bit of curiosity.
I started wondering, what would happen if I resisted the urge to stay in the habitual noise — the stories, the rumination, the beliefs, the triggered nervous system, the body in reactivity — and instead made the choice to stay quiet? What would happen if I made the choice to return to and insist on staying in the quiet? As frequently and as continuously as possible…
And what I found was that there is a space — an undistorted space — a space that exists prior to the noise and gets filled up by the noise. And it’s in this space where the noise converts to action and becomes reality…
… unless, perhaps, we don’t let it.
So that’s where I am these days… insisting on internal quiet and being curious about my capacity to transform everything I thought was unchangeable. Realizing that the authentic self is nothing like I thought it was 🫠😂
With Love,
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