I find it so easy to be endlessly busy in my life, never stopping to smell the roses. The challenge I find is to truly stop, and let myself be seduced by the fragrance, be seduced by love, to rest in the peace that's always here, to be embraced by the love I have always longed for.

My endless movement is my betrayal of this love, which is always faithfully waiting in the stillness.

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