The Meadow
A space for stillness, symbol, and story
Here in the meadow,
Writings lie open to the sun
Whispers wait among the grasses
Sentences sing with quiet resonance
Each one a seed for remembering and coherence.
Walk slowly and let what you need find you.
The Meadow
"Each pedal drop arrives when it is time."
This is not a library to browse,
but a living field to enter.
You do not choose which words to meet —
the field chooses for you.
Each offering rises like a flower among many,
yet only one blooms before you at a time.
It is not chance. It is attunement.
The words that arrive are the words that are ready to be received.
These writings are not instructions.
They are invitations.
Prayers that unfurl like petals.
Reflections shaped by the moonlight.
Spirals of affirmation, remembrance, and return.
Rest with what appears.
Let it touch you.
Let it move through your own field.
And when you are ready,
step again into the grasses,
and another seed will open before you.
The art of holding coherence is unseen, yet unmistakable.
If your gathering is asking for this kind of anchoring, you will feel it.
And when you do, know that I am here.
Sit with this whisper in presence and reflection
Or
Let The Meadow breathe again
and receive another whisper
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