Just because I cannot see or sense the movement of spirit does not mean it isn’t there. I will trust that it lies within all that I see, enlivening what seems motionless, giving beauty to what seems meaningless. Trust is built carefully over time. When I make the effort to notice spirit as it enters my day or tune in on it through quiet meditation, I am consciously building a trusting relationship with my own soul. I will not be fooled by appearances. The world around me is not hard, plastic and void of life – it is alive and filled with divine spirit.

There is life within what I see.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems to be dead in winter and later proves to be alive.
Pablo Neruda