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When I sit in silence, I often expect something to arrive, such as a message, guidance, a clear insight. And many times… nothing comes.

I notice how quickly doubt can creep in. Thoughts like: Am I missing something? Is my mind too loud? Why does it seem so easy for others to receive clarity while I struggle?

It can feel frustrating and even a little isolating. But lately, I’m wondering if silence isn’t meant to deliver answers every time. Maybe it’s simply asking me to stay, without judging what does or doesn’t show up.

Today, I’m practicing letting that be enough.

And trusting that presence itself may be its own quiet form of listening.

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