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The Wonderful Silence

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someo…

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Surprise Pleasure

Two summers ago I helped my mom with her garden, lifting the heavy potting soil bag, fetching trowels, gloves, and weed bags, digging holes...it was okay, I didn't mind helping. Loved being outside, of course.

Last summer, my mom's back and hip being worse, I did a lot more. The usual going for …

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Much As A Gift

When the mind is quiet thoughts may come to you, much as a gift:

This mostly sunny May day
The landscape is halfway to its fullness

Like a young woman with chest bumps
Or a young man with the beginnings of a beard

Burgeoning, but still fresh

Briefly innocent of summer's heat and
July…

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Late Fall's Gift

A few scarlet and yellow leaves cling to their branches, fluttering embers of fall's cool fire. The countryside has faded to its late autumn brown and tan jacket, and when collared by grey skies it makes plain the tranquility of a quiet mind. As our penchant for color and bright beauty finds rest, t…

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Brown, Black, and Fuzzy

The past several weeks, while out on my almost daily walk, I have been rescuing fuzzy black and brown striped caterpillars.

I noticed the intrepid crawlers that wandered onto the asphalt road, if they didn't get run over, died from the heat of sun-baked asphalt. So, when spying one micro-stepping…

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Spacing Out on the Patio

Psylence, or a quiet mind, is not just the absence of sound, it is space—the space between our thoughts.

There is space between the night sky's stars,  between the forest's abundance of trees, and the leaves or needles of each tree. If we allow it, there is space between the events of a day, a…

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Sitting Together

This morning...

I sent my fears into the universe to be transformed into strength.
A lion came to sit with me.

I sent inadequacies into the universe to be transformed into beauty.
A bluebird flew in and perched by me.

I sent my my failure into the universe to be made useful.
A peac…

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Sitting with Longing

Sometimes quiet is the bare tree outside my window stretching into the pale gray winter sky, the branches full of longing for nothing in particular. Maybe, longing is simply desire at rest, yet simmering with anticipation—an awareness of blossoming and fruition during a fallow season. Longing is aki…

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Tolerating Psylence

If everyone in the world learned to quiet their mind and practiced it for even a few minutes every day, would the world become more peaceful and nurturing? Well, it is fun to speculate but that doesn't accomplish anything, and you can't make people learn to enjoy psylence anyway.

Not everyone is ea…

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Floating In

When first learning to quiet my mind, back in my early twenties, I was astonished at how noisy my mind was. Now, I occasionally think having the numbness of that noise would make life nicely shallow—easier to swim in.

With a quiet mind, ideas come floating in like dandelion puffs on a soft breeze…

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Listen Up

When the mind is restless and keeps bubbling up into the psylence, it can help to focus on listening. I listen to the silence, or the leaves wind-whispersing, or the neighbor's air conditioner humming - whatever. It helps quiet the mind because I cannot listen intently and think at the same time. 

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A Perfect Dance

In moments of quiet I sense the dance of perfection, of things moving together in harmony. The perfection can likely be expressed mathematically but I only feel it dancing, a constant and gentle movement. It dances through me and soon I remember I am part of that perfection, and let myself enjoy bei…

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