Our true nature is love and underlying everything is a deep sense of peace. Sometimes the chatter and the stresses of life coat that peace in what feels like a layer of ice, or maybe more of a sticky syrup that covers it entirely and only amplifies the lack of ease rather than allowing for the peace to pierce through. It’s always there, silently whispering that everything‘s okay.
Even at my darkest dips, when it feels like it’s not there, when it feels like the ice is at its thickest when it feels like the syrup is just so sticky. It’s like tar., I can still find and reclaim it.
I want to completely shatter the ice, wipe away all the stickiness of the residue. The only way to do that is through my body. The only way to do that is through my breath. Once my breath has cleared what was in the way, then my mind can latch onto the peace. My mind no longer hears it as a whisper, but as it grows louder, my mind is more and more capable of connecting to that state without having to wade through the chaos.
Day 69