On my way to Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah, I didn’t know I was about to receive a lesson in “The Illusion of Permanence.”
The silence was devastating. I wanted to say something that would help my friend, wanted to ease her pain, wanted to go back in time and stop it from happening. I wanted to hug her, tell her that everything was going to be alright, but I was 600 miles away and… it was never going to be alright.
I have done my share of “sleepwalking,” but something always wakes me t. Often it is a book. Sometimes written by others, and sometimes, it is my own stories that wake me. Putting pen to paper has such organic, ancient ties that it brings me back to myself again and again, and allows me access to my own wisdom. We all have that place in ourselves that knows the answers, that place that is connected to our intuition, to divine mind, to the wisdom of the cosmos, and it is up to us, each individually, to reach inside and listen for that still, small voice. The more we do, the less we sleepwalk.