I anchor myself to my breath. Follow it out of the maelstrom, into the eye of the storm.The eye, the present moment, the only moment, the Everywhen.A sphere of calm in a column of golden light.From here I can observe the swirling chaos. Be curious about it. Outside of, and free from the stories I have created about it.To master this moment is to master every moment that has ever been, and every moment that will be. They are all here now, Everywhen.In my prayers I hear only my voice.In my breath only God’s.
Thorin's Think Space 