Over the last few years I have found myself on a wild roller-coaster ride of transformation in just about every area of my life. It has been a thrilling (and at times terrifying) ride through to the depths of my fears and up to the blissful heights of my hopes and dreams. At times, it has been hard to discern truth from illusion. Whilst at other times I have experienced levels of clarity and insight previous unknown to me on a micro and macro scale. There were many moments when I was so exhausted, I longed to get off and rest for a while. Then just around the next bend, I would find myself suddenly impatient, wanting to make life go faster. I guess this is the paradoxical nature of our human life; a smorgasbord of experience where we get to taste a little (or a lot) of everything dependent on our appetite.
All pervasive and waiting to be remembered, silence sits within each and every one of us.
It is a place of utter calm, utter peace and utter rejuvenation.
Silence is there whenever we stop and breathe.
It is the place pregnant with answers to every question we may ask.
It reminds us that we hold the keys to our life story.
A few years ago I awoke from a powerful dream. You know, the kind that comes from somewhere outside of the normal mental shenanigans that our brains work through in sleep. A dream that contained within it a potent message.
I am naked, sitting on a white wooden chair in a room of the same colour. Looking down at my body I see words appearing all over my skin as if they are tattooed. All the words begin with ‘re’.