I walked along the beach feeling the sand beneath my feet. As the sun began to rise I took my seat.
I felt the breeze of my breath, being held by nature. The words of Rumi whispered gently:
Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make sense any more.
Rumi
Take time to just SIT,
Namaste
Xox Tammy