Last night our meditation guide asked us to drop a pebble in the still, figurative pond, so I reached out to do just that but dropped a hand grenade instead. I think hand grenades are more representative of what happens in life. At least that thought seemed right at that time. The water was disturbed for a moment and then went back to its still state. I learned right then that if we are still in our hearts, the size of the disturbance does not matter, for we are simply still in our hearts, and stillness is where our hearts will always settle.
October 26, 2018