“Be soft,” he shared with me. “Energy can be influenced, though never changed.” He was speaking, at first, to my recent troubles. I had just lost my job, and with that, much needed medical insurance. Forget about that mountain of bills, how was I going to put food on the table?

A half-torn envelope sat tucked to the side; a recent clerical error resulting in a notice from the city outlining their ‘right’ to seize my home. I wanted to be angry, though I just didn’t have the energy.

“Be soft…” he said. His smile, alone, was in and of itself reassuring. I wondered what path had carried him here; what set of circumstances and conditions could affect such influence?

I turned to the window – in retrospect, I suppose, seeking release. From what, though? That was the question.

The buzz from a hummingbird’s wings rescued me from my own perspective. This was my life, my story – limited only by belief. I closed my eyes, imagining myself, as a ‘creator’ rather than ‘victim’. The extent to which life casts its hold limited only our willingness to let go.

This, my friends, is our freedom and release. Our circumstances may not change, though our experience within it can be influenced. This was the lesson he had hoped to share: our role as actor transformed from observer.

If we wish to know the sanctity of peace, we must – after all – invite it.

Namaste ❣️