No voices, no music. Just the smell of leather and dust.
Shinto
Even silence holds spirit.
Daily Takeaway
Don’t rush to fill quiet with noise.
Journal Prompt
What silence in your life could you honor more deeply?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
Well said.
Though I know comparisons aren’t usually good things, I’ve always thought that baseball was a little like a grove of trees. It begins to bud and leaf with fresh growth in Spring. Becomes full and majestic all Summer. Turns golden and radiant in October. Then moves all its energy and life into its hidden roots come Winter.