There were so many things to think about, but they had to be curated.
Otherwise, she would use this precious time of silence to focus on things that didn't matter, items of "news" or current events to mentally grumble over, as opposed to deeply focusing and thinking upon those introspections within her heart, ones that were calling out to be heard.
The second one I'm watching now is about violence against women
I'm already having trouble watching the first few minutes, tears are welling up in my eyes
How can it be that we don't deal with this more often?
These women will suffer for a lifetime, struggle with the consequences and yet are only a marginal figure in the media
Every third day a woman is murdered in Germany, every third day, it breaks my heart
All day, every day, we acquire a lot of information, some of it true, quite a bit of it, I imagine, false, or at best, misleading.
The world won't stop when we stop listening. We have freedom to pause, look at our surroundings, wonder, ponder, and seek that which is true, and beautiful, timeless, natural, normal and good.
Initially, what she wanted to find was a seer, an oracle or a prophetess who could impart to her teachings of truth. For that reason she traveled to where she thought this person could be.
But in the course of the journey, she realized that what she was searching for was not someone to TELL her the truth, but the truth itself.
The beach stretched on for miles, and she strolled through the surf all afternoon, into the evening.
Smiling, she felt the breeze ruffle through her hair -- a light kiss from the goddess of the sea. The sun was warm, the water cool, and she felt quietly elated, her soul basking in the glow of light that surrounded and embraced her.