“Beauty exists in the stillness of each moment. Accepting the tears should they come. Surrendering to momentary emptiness we may feel. Acknowledging sadness as it passes through. In this stillness, we can allow any struggle to dissolve into an invisible presence of love.”
These words flowed onto the pages of my journal as I sat in one of the small rooms of a family home in Laissac, a former commune in the Aveyron department nestled in southern France. I had just turned 20 when I decided to take an impromptu summer trip to stay with extended family for a couple of months in Paris, France. After a few weeks exploring the city, they invited me to go on holiday with them to Laissac to visit friends and relatives. I kindly accepted.
As I sat gazing out of the window, I could hear the laughter of the children downstairs running around. The humming of three or more conversations happening simultaneously between the adults echoed through the door. Despite the happy activity and lively banter that surrounded me, I felt... READ FULL ARTICLE on New Spirit Journal Online (your resource for spirituality, natural living, wellness, and much more.)
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