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As I sit and write this, I am listening to the sound of bird song and lawnmowers, enjoying the gentle breeze from open windows, feeling the expanse of a lazy Sunday gently unfolding before me.
In the chaos and cacophony of the world as it is right now, I can forget to just stop and breathe and listen. I can forget the gift of my reasonably healthy body, the joy of a calling I still feel committed to after decades, the wonder of resilience as I watch loved ones ride the roller coaster of life, hands thrust wildly in the air, screaming with an ear-piercing mixture of delight and terror. This cusp of autumn brings the sweet juice of transition, the soft velvet folds of gratitude, a much-needed pause between the busyness of the summer months and the quiet, reflective months that lie ahead. Maybe we can stop for a moment, as we settle back into the routines and structure that come with the space between summer and autumn. Stop. Breathe. Listen. And say “Thank you”. “May you be rocked, as deeply as necessary and as gently as possible” ~Anonymous Louisa
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AuthorLouisa has always enjoyed writing and is thrilled that she now has a way to share her musings with a larger community of like-minded seekers. Her writing is often an extension and exploration of the struggles she faces in integrating her own spirituality, scholarly study, life experience, and nuggets of brilliance from her teachers in the hopes that it might alchemically transform itself into something approximating wisdom. Archives
July 2026
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