I saw two Swallowtail butterflies today, at different times. I didn't hear their wings.
I started re-reading Robert Sardello's book Silence.
The book begins with these words:
All spiritual traditions value Silence. The Tao Te Ching speaks of the Tao as "for lack of a better word, the Great Way. It flows, circles, flows and circles. And it has no name." So described, the Tao is probably the same as Silence, for the currents of Silence that I describe in this book are within this kind of imagination. Meister Eckhart says of this Silence: "The central silence is the purest element of the soul, the soul's most exalted place, the core, the essence of the soul." Here, the exalted place of Silence as constitutive of soul correlates with all that this book says concerning a new manner of living the great inner life. Pythagoras said, "Learn to be silent. Let your quiet mind listen and absorb the silence." Silence is autonomous. It is beyond us; our task is to coordinate our being with the great Being of Silence."
I am preparing myself for Esalen. Silence. Path and destination. Home.