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I wish I were a tree

I wish I were a tree.

Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.

Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.

I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.

But I doubt it.

For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.

September 12, 2014

I wish I were a tree

I wish I were a tree.

Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.

Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.

I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.

But I doubt it.

For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.

September 12, 2014

I wish I were a tree

I wish I were a tree.

Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.

Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.

I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.

But I doubt it.

For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.

September 12, 2014

I wish I were a tree

I wish I were a tree.

Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.

Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.

I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.

But I doubt it.

For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.

September 12, 2014

I wish I were a tree

I wish I were a tree.

Rooted to one place.
Friend of the wind.
Sun bather.
Rain catcher.

Home to many.
Servant to seasons.
Shade to the hot human.

I am sure I would find the prunings painful,
the winters cold,
and perhaps I would worry about the inevitable fall.

But I doubt it.

For the roar of sap within and the caress of the elements without would drown out all other noisy distractions from what it means to simply
be
Tree.

September 12, 2014

I've been sitting with something all week: the self-improvement industry has trained us to treat ourselves like projects. Always optimizing, always behind, always one more goal away from being enough. But inner peace isn't something you achieve. It's what's left when you stop chasing and start noticing. You are not a project. You are a person. That distinction changes everything.
#InnerPeace #Mindfulness #Presence #Wellbeing

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Worrywart

I am a worrier.

Somehow I think that worrying gives me a measure of control over uncontrollable situations.

I have this idea that if I constantly imagine the worst-case scenario, then it won’t happen. A prediction of a morbid future somehow keeps it at bay.

That way I won’t be surprised.

It might be true or not, but it doesn’t leave much room for positive thoughts.

Or faith in God.

Worrying is just another side of fear, fear running roughshod over trusting the freedom of choice.

I worry a loved one may hurt herself. It would hurt deeply, but what can my worrying do? Except exacerbate the situation by keeping me from being centered, present, prayerful, and hopeful…

Trust is not the answer to worry. Prayer is.

I cannot begin to count the number of years accumulated from the hundreds of sleepless nights I have spent in fretful worry or rage.

Anger is simply another side of the restless coin. I do not believe that God can handle the situation, conversation, conflict, relationship . . . so I must carry on endless conversations in my head rather than simply releasing everything in prayer.

An old song comes to mind . . .  “bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears, God is bigger than any mountain that I can or cannot see.”

Let go and let God. Trite perhaps. But in essence quite correct. My hands have become arthritic talons from holding on to so many regrets, slights, grudges, dreams, hurts, wishes …

It is time once again to release the reins.

September 11, 2014

Watching people today talk about choosing peace over achievement, and I feel it in my bones. Not because ambition is wrong — but because I've sat across from too many people who got everything they chased and still felt empty. Peace isn't the reward at the end of the race. It's the ground you stand on while you run. You can choose it right now. This moment. This breath.
#InnerPeace #Mindfulness #Presence #WellBeing #SelfCare

THE NOW
How Eckhart Tolle’s Teachings Helped Me See the Present Moment Differently

What began as something I read during a difficult period of my life gradually became something I learned to experience through breath, awareness, and simply being here.

Link below 👇

https://medium.com/@dianabasieseme_60028/the-now-6065ac3e1d67?sk=186c2fd45e0bdc7891c7cee87715c4f2

#Mindfulness #Presence #PersonalGrowth

THE NOW
How Eckhart Tolle’s Teachings Helped Me See the Present Moment Differently

What began as something I read during a difficult period of my life gradually became something I learned to experience through breath, awareness, and simply being here.

Link below 👇

https://medium.com/@dianabasieseme_60028/the-now-6065ac3e1d67?sk=186c2fd45e0bdc7891c7cee87715c4f2

#Mindfulness #Presence #PersonalGrowth

THE NOW
How Eckhart Tolle’s Teachings Helped Me See the Present Moment Differently

What began as something I read during a difficult period of my life gradually became something I learned to experience through breath, awareness, and simply being here.

Link below 👇

https://medium.com/@dianabasieseme_60028/the-now-6065ac3e1d67?sk=186c2fd45e0bdc7891c7cee87715c4f2

#Mindfulness #Presence #PersonalGrowth

THE NOW
How Eckhart Tolle’s Teachings Helped Me See the Present Moment Differently

What began as something I read during a difficult period of my life gradually became something I learned to experience through breath, awareness, and simply being here.

Link below 👇

https://medium.com/@dianabasieseme_60028/the-now-6065ac3e1d67?sk=186c2fd45e0bdc7891c7cee87715c4f2

#Mindfulness #Presence #PersonalGrowth

THE NOW
How Eckhart Tolle’s Teachings Helped Me See the Present Moment Differently

What began as something I read during a difficult period of my life gradually became something I learned to experience through breath, awareness, and simply being here.

Link below 👇

https://medium.com/@dianabasieseme_60028/the-now-6065ac3e1d67?sk=186c2fd45e0bdc7891c7cee87715c4f2

#Mindfulness #Presence #PersonalGrowth

Saw a question today: comfort or inner peace? I've been sitting with it, and here's what I keep coming back to. Comfort is a cushion — it softens the fall but doesn't keep you standing. Inner peace is the ground itself. It doesn't stop the rain, but it means you're not standing on quicksand when it comes. I'll take the ground every time.
#InnerPeace #Mindfulness #Wellness #Presence

" #Mamdani has to make a speech for #911memorial, he's the #mayor of #NewYorkCity!"
Er, no, he doesn't. Mayorship doesn't mean you get the lion's share of speaking engagements. Memorials are about #accompaniment, #bearingwitmess, #platforming others, especially #survivors and #victimfamilies, and #presence. For some moments in life there are no words.

"#Mamdani has to make a speech for #911memorial, he's the #mayor of New York!"
Er, no, he doesn't. Mayorship doesn't mean you get the lion's share of speaking engagements. Memorials are about #accompaniment, #bearingwitmess, #platforming others, especially #survivors and #victimfamilies, and #presence. For some moments in life there are no words.

" #Mamdani has to make a speech for #911memorial, he's the #mayor of #NewYorkCity!"
Er, no, he doesn't. Mayorship doesn't mean you get the lion's share of speaking engagements. Memorials are about #accompaniment, #bearingwitmess, #platforming others, especially #survivors and #victimfamilies, and #presence. For some moments in life there are no words.

" #Mamdani has to make a speech for #911memorial, he's the #mayor of #NewYorkCity!"
Er, no, he doesn't. Mayorship doesn't mean you get the lion's share of speaking engagements. Memorials are about #accompaniment, #bearingwitmess, #platforming others, especially #survivors and #victimfamilies, and #presence. For some moments in life there are no words.

Salutation

https://dandanjean.com/2026/09/06/salutation/

ORDRE TU (Gabrielle Althen)

https://arbrealettres.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/ordre-tu-gabrielle-althen/

J’aime

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/29/jaime/

J’aime

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/29/jaime/

J’aime

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/29/jaime/

J’aime

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/29/jaime/

J’aime

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/29/jaime/

You keep bracing in anticipation of what will need you next that it takes a moment to register something that isn't asking for anything at all — just present, undemanding, already enough.

Further reading: https://emotusoperandi.medium.com/your-self-care-action-items-f1c98bcedca6

#WendellBerry #LifeboatAcademy #StayHuman #Presence #Grounding

IF THE EGO HAS
A THOUSAND ARGUMENTS… 💎

Most of us spend far too much time answering thoughts that never deserved a reply.

Training the mind may be much simpler than we make it.

Not filling it with better thoughts. Not winning arguments with it. Not becoming expert at identifying every form an untrue thought might take.

Because untruth is clever about changing clothes.

It can arrive as fear. Grievance. Judgement. An old memory. An imagined conversation. A perfectly reasonable complaint. Something someone should not have said. Something that should have happened differently twenty years ago.

It can even arrive dressed as wisdom.

The problem with examining every thought to decide whether it is true is that the negotiation has already begun.

There is another possibility.

NO COMMENT.

A thought wants to be followed.

No comment.

It wants justification.

No comment.

It produces evidence, witnesses and a very convincing closing argument.

No comment.

This isn't suppression. It isn't pretending reality hasn't happened. And it doesn't require the mind to become silent.

It is simply the refusal to automatically give every thought attention, agreement and belief.

That is where training matters.

At first, "no comment" has to be remembered.

With repetition, it begins to become the response itself.

The forms can keep changing. They will.

There is no need to learn every disguise.

Only to stop automatically believing every story the mind presents.

The ego can prepare its entire case.

No comment.

THERE IS NO NEED TO ENTER THE COURTROOM.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#mindfulness #meditation #ACourseInMiracles #ACIM #stillness #presence #innerpeace

THE FIRST LIE WAS:
IT MUST BE ME? 💎

I realised something this morning that has been sitting quietly underneath a great deal of my life. Kids feel guilty about things they are not responsible for and don't understand.

Dad is angry.
The marriage is unhappy.
Mum withdraws love.
The house becomes frightening.
The adults behave badly.

And somehow, as children, we concluded:

IT MUST BE ME.

That is an extraordinary burden to place inside a small human being. The child does not have enough information to say, “These adults are frightened, damaged, confused, overwhelmed, or simply behaving badly.” The child only knows that something has gone dreadfully wrong.

SO GUILT ARRIVES.

And because children are brilliant at adapting, they may spend the next fifty or sixty years trying to correct an error that was never theirs in the first place.

Trying to be good enough. Useful enough. Quiet enough. Successful enough. Lovable enough. Trying, without ever quite knowing it, to repair the house they grew up in.

BUT THERE MAY HAVE BEEN NOTHING TO REPAIR IN YOU.

That is the part I find so liberating. I am not interested in blaming anybody. Blame is just guilt travelling in the opposite direction. I am interested in seeing the original error.

As a child, I assumed responsibility for something beyond my understanding and control. Then adulthood grew around that assumption. Seeing the error clearly does not require years of punishment, explanation or excavation. Sometimes the correction is astonishingly simple.

THAT WAS NOT MINE.

And perhaps it never was.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#Guilt #Childhood #Forgiveness #Healing #Presence #ACIM

I CAN BE SAD
WITHOUT MAKING IT A PROJECT 💎

Something happened recently in a close friendship. Nothing dramatic. No great argument. No doors slammed. Just that peculiar feeling of someone becoming more distant.

And immediately the mind went to work. What happened? Was it something I said? Should I explain? Should I write? Should I wait? Should I repair something? Have I misunderstood?

Round and round, the monkey mind had me well and truly by the short and curlies.

And then this morning I remembered one of my favourite lines from A Course in Miracles:

“I need do nothing.”

And for once I took it absolutely literally.

THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO DO.

I don't need to chase anyone. I don't need to work out what another person is thinking. I don't need to manufacture an explanation for their behaviour. I don't even need to make myself feel better about it.

That last bit matters. “I need do nothing” isn't a clever way of getting rid of sadness. The sadness can be here.

WHAT DISAPPEARS IS THE ASSIGNMENT.

I wonder how much of our lives we spend trying to mentally manage things that are already happening. Other people's feelings. Their decisions. Whether they stay. Whether they leave. What they think of us. What tomorrow might bring.

We call much of this thinking. Quite a lot of it is attempted control.

Sometimes there really is something to do. Apologise. Speak. Act. Help. Change something.

AND SOMETIMES THERE SIMPLY ISN'T.

This morning, there isn't.

The sadness may still be here. But there is nothing I need to do about it.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek


#ACIM #ACourseInMiracles #Stillness #LettingGo #Presence #Acceptance #Peace #Friendship #Sadness #MonkeyMind #Control #NothingToFix #people #monkey #mind

APPARENTLY, I APPEAR
TO HAVE STOPPED TRYING 💎

Isn't there something slightly absurd about discovering a little peace and immediately wanting to explain it to everybody?

The mind says: Tell them. Teach it. Turn it into something useful.

But the present moment seems completely uninterested in becoming a philosophy.

It is already here.

Coffee. Fire. Bright but cold outside. A dog moving across the room. A conversation with Pete. A body breathing.

Nothing particularly spiritual about any of it.

Perhaps that is the difficulty.

Striving is often regarded as serious, while presence can look like laziness. Planning looks responsible. Regret looks thoughtful. Simply being present can look suspiciously like doing nothing.

And yet everything that actually happens happens here and now.

The past can be remembered. The future can be imagined. Neither can be lived.

So perhaps there is nothing to teach. Nothing to defend. And nothing to broadcast.

Just this.

And then this.

And then this...
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@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works

#presence #now #stillness #ACIM #mindfulness #ordinarylife #peace #philosophy #future #broadcast #Regret #mind #person #man #woman

DEATH, GOD, &
A VERY SMALL SPIDER 💎

I am increasingly aware that I will leave this world. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. Perhaps within the next decade. Perhaps sooner. Who knows.

And strangely, there is less fear in that now. Most of the fear seems to belong to what I imagine is unknown.

If death is simply the end of Robin and the end of this consciousness, then there will be nobody there to be bothered by it. It will simply be over. And if there is something beyond this life, another realm, another dimension, another form of consciousness, then I suppose I will recognise it when I get there.

I don’t know. And I am quite happy not knowing.

Human beings have created manifold books, religions and pictures of God, spirit, heaven, continuation and eternity. Perhaps some of them point towards something true. Perhaps some are simply beautiful ways of comforting ourselves in the face of death.

But every picture I can make of what comes next is still a picture being made here.

I don’t want to manufacture comfort. I want clarity. I want to meet whatever happens without having already decided what it is supposed to look like.

Maybe there is something. Maybe there is nothing. Either way, reality does not require my opinion.

And while I am sitting here contemplating this enormous mystery, a tiny spider appears beside me. He is absurdly small. I stop, look at him, laugh, and decide he can stay.

And suddenly, there it all is. Death. Consciousness. God. Eternity. And a tiny spider wandering across my morning.

The fire is on. The coffee is good. People are interacting with things I have written. The spider is minding his own business.

Life has not stopped being ordinary just because I know it ends. I rather like that.

None of it means anything until I give it meaning. And this morning, the meaning I choose is very simple.

Gratitude.

@3goodthings
@DigitalCoup
@meditation
@economics_that_works
@startrek

#death #mortality #afterlife #consciousness #spirituality #ACIM #clarity #gratitude #presence #ordinarylife #mystery #life #openweb #human #person #spider #Economics #Housing #CostOfLiving
#Meditation #Breathwork #Fediverse #OpenWeb #BigTech

Lucioles

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/09/lucioles/

I can't recreate the Himalayas, but I carry something.

Once a week I practice silence mornings, harder in the city, but that's the practice.

How do you find stillness in your ordinary life, not waiting for perfect conditions?

#dailypractice #mindfulness #ordinarylife
#meditation #silence #presence
#spiritualpractice #contemplativelife #yogaphilosophy

Despacio. One word. My grandmother's entire yoga teaching, without the yoga.

She said it to her plants, to herself, to a ten-year-old who didn't know she was learning.

What word from someone you loved carries the most?

#slowliving #yoga #embodiedwisdom
#spanishyogi #breath #contemplativelife
#yogajourney #presence #clararamirez

A PATH WORTH EXPLORING.
START HERE. 💎

This is a path I've found extremely useful.

If you'd like to explore it, I've collected the resources that have helped me here:

https://aus.social/@Robinzz3

#Breathwork #OceanBreath #ReconnectBreath #ConsciousBreathing #Sleep #Wellbeing #Health #Healing #Mindfulness #Presence #SelfDiscovery #PersonalGrowth #Life #AI #ACourseInMiracles #ACIM

My breath practice showed me the doorway. Sleep helped me pass through.

#Breathwork #OceanBreath #Sleep #Peace #Stillness #LettingGo #Trust #Rest #Presence #Healing #NervousSystem #Mindfulness #Wellbeing #Life

Saisir l’émerveillement

En apprenant à écouter notre intuition,

nous traçons des aménagements en soi

pour y semer les graines de notre imagination.

Et le plus beau, c’est que ce qui germe de soi

démontre que l’improbable est notre condition.

Apprendre à observer avec attention,

c’est saisir l’émerveillement dans l’amour

de la vie.

Une chanson de Yusuf / Cat Stevens – Morning Has Broken 

Les paroles sur https://www.lacoccinelle.net/263358.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmAOBosGlHY

Par Daniel Jean dans Voies (x) de passage

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All.I.Cannot.Be

A Prayer for Presence

May I be present
to what is before me,
as present as I can be.

May I be open
to whomever is before me,
as open as I can be.

May I be in tune with Thee,
as in tune as I can be.

May I be gentle with myself,
as gentle as I can be.

For however little
I am present,
open,
listening,
or gentle,

Thou art able to be
all that I cannot be.

REALITY:
NO ASSEMBLY REQUIRED 💎

There is #nothing to attain because reality has never been absent.

The mind imagines that #peace lies somewhere ahead, just beyond one more insight, one more #practice, one more achievement. Yet every movement towards a #future peace quietly assumes that peace is not already here.

“I need do nothing” is not an invitation to become passive. It is an invitation to stop interfering.

Reality does not require my improvement. It does not wait for my approval. It does not depend upon my #understanding. It simply is.

The #sun does not struggle to shine. It shines because shining is its #nature. Reality does not struggle to be #real. It is complete before I notice it.

On your #planet, extend yourself vertically towards your Sun.

In #ACIM terms, the #horizontal is the #world of bodies, #time, special #relationships, #conflict and #comparison. It is the movement of the #dream across the surface of the mind. The vertical is the turning of the mind towards #God, towards the #light that has never left it. It does not require withdrawal from the world. It simply restores direction. The horizontal continues, but it is no longer asked to provide what only the vertical can give.

The burden has never been the world. The burden has been my attempt to replace what is here with what I think should be here.

#Stillness is not something I create. It is what remains when I stop #manufacturing #alternatives.

Nothing needs to be added to this moment. Nothing real is missing. Nothing true has been damaged. God has already completed creation. My part is not to improve it but to stop overlooking it.

When I breathe without demanding another experience, stillness becomes obvious.

When I stop searching for meaning, meaninglessness dissolves into simple #presence.

When I stop trying to become, I #discover that being has quietly been here all along.

The world continues. #Weather comes and goes. Bodies age. #Thoughts appear and disappear. None of that has the authority to define reality.

#Reality is #light.

Reality is #warm.

Reality is already here.

The choice is always the same: to become fascinated with the horizontal movement of the #dream, or to remember the vertical orientation towards the light. The vertical does not reject the horizontal. It simply gives it its proper place.

The sun has never stopped shining.

I need only stop looking away.

Right here.

Right now.

Nothing is needed.

Nothing is lacking.

Reality is still exactly as God created it.

#Stillness #INeedDoNothing #ACourseInMiracles #RealityIsHere #NothingIsLacking #InnerPeace #PresentMoment #SpiritualClarity #ChooseTheLight #ExtendTowardsYourSun #NoAssemblyRequired

Making Room for Everyone but Ourselves

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/07/30/making-room-for-everyone-but-ourselves/

Mémoire musique Ain’t No Sunshine

Un chanteur de Québec, qui est décédé en 2016. On pouvait l’entendre dans les bars de la ville. Que de beaux moments et une voix exceptionnelle.

Bob Walsh – Ain’t No Sunshine

Les paroles sur https://www.lacoccinelle.net/246871-bill-withers-ain-t-no-sunshine.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjaTjhMWdOU

L’œil du Québec

La construction du barrage Daniel-Johnson a révélé l’un des cratères d’astéroïde les plus spectaculaires au monde, une cicatrice géante dans le paysage québécois visible depuis l’espace. Des expert.e.s nous dévoilent les secrets enfouis dans la région de Manicouagan. Découvrez l’ampleur de ce choc colossal survenu il y a 214 millions d’années.

L’œil du Québec – La préhistoire du Québec, saison 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvB8ecMqysk

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