On retreat in Portugal. A slice of crescent moon in an indigo sky with a hint of rosy dawn rising this morning out my window. Baked apple for dessert tonight.
We all speak the language of silence.
On retreat in Portugal. A slice of crescent moon in an indigo sky with a hint of rosy dawn rising this morning out my window. Baked apple for dessert tonight.
We all speak the language of silence.
Silence may seem difficult sometimes, I know, although it is the native language of us all. We only have to listen!
Thank you for joining this weekend on this path that is an endless beginning…
The language of silence is so good but also so difficult! Thank you for helping us achieving it this weekend!
…still in the beginning of the path to the inside silence, someday maybe it will be possible 🙂