If there is one thing I enjoy the most, it’s sound of silence. Nothing moving, no one speaking. It is then, in the quietness of your mind, that you find peace.
The stillness sustains you, it is the sustenance your soul needs. Not many people find it. Sam and I have.
My mother-in-law calls it superstition, but her mind is so noisy that she cannot move beyond petty things. Noise is the sepsis of your soul. It eats at you, poisoning you. She calls me a witch.
That’s okay. Her words cannot hurt me f...
Published on April 22, 2019 01:30