Arising

The stillness holds a kind of unexpected ferocity, the quiet mind is never completely silent. Thoughts simmer on low, a distillation process extracting ideas and stories from the subconscious stream burbling up from the aquifer of the soul.

The alchemy of the mind is an ever-unfolding mystery.

One foot falls in front of the other and we call this walking. One thought rises like a cloud from the great sea of the mind and we call this thinking.

Clouds gather, perhaps rain upon us for a bit then dissipate back into the sea. You can learn to wave at the waves as they rise and crash around you.