Psalm 1. The blessed are not performers but rooted onesātrees by the stream, drinking from Presence, steady and unhurried. Pretenders scatter like dust, but the Lovers are known by the Infinite.
āLike how your own heartbeat knows your breathā. Rememberā¦.
First time in my life (at least that i can remember) that I know thatās true - change that, feel its true. All it takes is being connected aware listening (and so easy to forget). š¬ļøš
Beautifully said. The knowing isnāt in the mind, itās in the body finally catching the rhythm it was made for. Easy to forget, yes. But every time you return, the remembering grows roots a little deeper.
āLike how your own heartbeat knows your breathā. Rememberā¦.
First time in my life (at least that i can remember) that I know thatās true - change that, feel its true. All it takes is being connected aware listening (and so easy to forget). š¬ļøš
Beautifully said. The knowing isnāt in the mind, itās in the body finally catching the rhythm it was made for. Easy to forget, yes. But every time you return, the remembering grows roots a little deeper.