I sat silently waiting. The limited movement nearby was purposeful and hushed. It felt as if I was in a futuristic interpretation of sacred space. I could feel a sense of awe, quietly inside and out, and a dominating stillness. In the centre was a single succulent in a vase with dark golden reflections. I imagined the plant and vase representing an altar. It revealed beauty, courage, and hope while bearing witness to the response of those who were willing to worship.
It was easy to hear Life’s whispers in the moment. Their echo lingers as the dawn brings a new day. I find myself creating space to let go of the fight within, determined to let myself be guided by harmony and purpose.
Life’s daily battle is defined by what I bring to it. It is never about winners and losers, or those who take and those who are forced to give. The battle I am in is defined and remembered by my ability and willingness to bring compassion, understanding, and the gift of belonging to each encounter. In each battle struggle, I find shards of exclusion, superiority, and dominance. I know I have fulfilled my mission when I embrace unconditionally, sit on the same level, and remain in peace, ready to collaborate with those who are present with me in the moment.
I am remembered for what I shared. Each moment is never about what I have. In giving, I bring colour to the memory. With unconditional words of acceptance, I describe my understanding of Divinity. When I lose sight of what I can share, I would be better off doing nothing. I remember old wisdom words: “It sees nothing and knows nothing but is better off by far than anyone living.” (Ecclesiastes 6.5) Today is an opportunity to live, to see, and to know.
Silence measures of trust. The succulent brought beauty and words to me in silence. It treasured my thoughts, entrusted in a sacred vault that remains with her.
Today is my turn to trust, to share, and to be present.
