Posts Tagged ‘scurrying to the still quiet place at the center of me’

This week has been chock full of change, just so much jostling,  jolting,  bustling,  bolting, beautiful,  bountiful change that I’ve scurried to the hub, the spot on center of me where my soul doesn’t squeak at all, deep in the just-being part where no words ever go, leaning against the smooth-worn rock that finds me…