Story telling from Australia
When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music.
In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves.
Reading that is soothing. Thanks.
I love how a 14th Muslim poet can still talk to us today
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Hearing this beautiful silence Deb.
I love the way you can be silent and not feel alone. So soothing.
Dandelions capture your message so well!
Thanks Barbara, that photo was taken in Norway when we escaped the crowds of people on our cruise ship, hired bicycles and disappeared down a country lane.
Ooh, like this. I just said at book club last night: “Life is teaching me to allow, rather than make things happen.” I think related to Rumi’s thoughts above.
I’m hearing you Kay! Any time I force something it gets distorted, I’m trying to listen and learn.
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I'm a writer based in Australia with a passion for gardening, remote places and people with a story to tell.
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