There’s a train that passes our house every morning at just about half past six. Though the sound of its passing is certainly jarring, at times causing the house to rattle and shake – still, there is a sense of calm that arises knowing the world is open to our exploration.

“When you open yourself, you get it all.” author Jack Kornfield writes. “That is part of what it means to be a loving human being. To grow your capacity to be present for this incarnation and its mystery in an openhearted way.”

Even the roar of the train, as startling as it may initially seem, serves as an invitation – an invitation to engage our sense of wonderment.

As we quiet the mind and open the heart, we are able to experience the depth and fullness of this life; the beauty, the bliss, the horror, the pain. Though, if we allow our gratitude to slip – the heart becomes measured in its ability to receive.

Some mistakingly refer to this as becoming ‘numb’ – though the heart that beats, shall always feel. Instead, isn’t it a matter of being perpetually overwhelmed? In taking it all in, we turn nothing away.   As we slowly uncover these circumstances of life – poverty, war, and even greater humanitarian issues – we begin to fear the habit of our own complacency.

As a result, our perspective begins to shift – until the sound of a train carries us home again.

Invisible threads, or so they are called – a reminder that our will shall never subside. A ‘secret teacher hiding in plain site.’

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️