There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet
and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
Thanks for your heart wisdom. All of us know how burdensome it is to carry and drag luggage when we travel, especially at airports. Yet, we do not realize we carry so much head trash around with us.
We know thoughts color our feelings, we know about that part of us that observes and watches our behavior, thoughts, actions.
It is in that space where the observer within is watching, creating mindfulness and purposeful living.
Go there, to the silence, open the door to realize who we are, open to inspiration within our intuition. Be aware of all we are holding, resisting, harping on, the head trash.
You can laugh because it is a joke, Jokes are jest and not real. Ahh, it is all so simple...
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Thanks for your heart wisdom. All of us know how burdensome it is to carry and drag luggage when we travel, especially at airports. Yet, we do not realize we carry so much head trash around with us.
We know thoughts color our feelings, we know about that part of us that observes and watches our behavior, thoughts, actions.
It is in that space where the observer within is watching, creating mindfulness and purposeful living.
Go there, to the silence, open the door to realize who we are, open to inspiration within our intuition. Be aware of all we are holding, resisting, harping on, the head trash.
You can laugh because it is a joke, Jokes are jest and not real. Ahh, it is all so simple...
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