Click. Click. Click. One by one, the field lights went dark. The silence after was almost louder than the crowd. It wasn’t sad. Just still.
Buddhism
Stillness is not the absence of meaning. It’s what allows meaning to echo.
Daily Takeaway
Let the quiet after something ends speak for itself.
Journal Prompt
What silence in your life holds something sacred?
Where do you let the lights go out without rushing away?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
