I love the softness of the clouds and the misty, grey beauty of a cloudy day just on the cusp of a rain shower. On my recent trip to Ireland I remembered what the fullness and beauty of the grey taught me.

I have not found my center to be hard and immobile, nor have I found that a perfect state of harmony, as we see it traditionally, is normal and perhaps, even healthy?   In the past, I was a person who habitually and excessively put a goal, obligation or "should" ahead of my state of being. It still creeps up sometime today in seasons of great change.

The layers and layers of self that have been pushed down/ignored for days, months, years, or decades. The noise that ever increases and turns into voices that seem to taunt you, are actually the stories of the pain that ails you.