There’s a still small voice of calm, burried under the the hurly burly but there none the less. Listen to the quiet murmurings of constance, the truths: love, joy, freedom; they are there for the taking. In all the maelstrom of activity it can still be heard if only we listen.
Find a place, a happy place, where the rest of the madness receedes. Breathe, long and slow and deep. Let the cares drain away and give your subconscious self centre stage. Let the thoughts suggest themselves on a tide of breath, bubble up from the underground source. Make time for the quiet thoughts, the patient thoughts that do not fight for a place and demand action. Let them glimmer as they bathe in the sunlight. Recognise the riches that are within us. Recognise your true self in this precious time. Mindfulness is the key to unlock the subtleties that make the ordinary extraordinary.
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