There is a voice that whispers the secrets of our soul.

A space that resonates with the deepest part of who we are. With only and all of what we are.

Merriam-Website defines resonance as ‘to relate harmoniously with a single lasting sound.’

Like that.

While we’re trampling all over life, getting busy with this and that, this single lasting sound goes largely unheard.

But when the mind falls quiet, there’s a profound knowing of it.

It is not always heard in the form of words; I feel it often as an expansion of my heart, a warming in my womb and deep pull inside my body.

And sometimes in words - when I sit down in front of a blank page and wait, it guides my pen. It writes my blog posts (the good ones anyway).

It contains a feelingful knowing of truths. Sometimes simple directives.

Always profoundly beautiful.

Those moments when we sink back into harmony with whatever-it-is-that-we-truly-are are precious.

And strangely, the deeper the knowing we have of this single lasting sound, the less desperate we are to ‘go find it’.

I spent years seeking how to find that ‘peaceful place hit’, like an addict going from retreat to retreat, pretending I wasn’t looking for it, but really feeling hungry starving for it. I saw it as the antidote that all that ailed me. My speed, the frantic pace of my life, my relationship disconnects, my fear and anxiety could be healed by this thing.

And it is a healing space.

It is the holding space for all the things. All the experiences. All the feelings.

Not a gravity blanket that can be laid across all the pain to smother it.

More like the most loving mother we could ever imagine simply holding every part of us in her arms, softly. Allowing us to cry it out, feel afraid, rage against the injustices, long for all the things, be heart-broken.

No judgement, just love in that single, lasting sound.

When that shows up on the journal page, we know it. It doesn’t contain thoughts we’ve thought before, it’s beyond the stream of consciousness and quite frankly, drivel, that might first need to be expelled to create a clear channel.

When we write that sentence that suddenly leaves us in tears.

Touched and tender.

Raw and vulnerable and so very female somehow in that moment.

That is the sound of the single lasting sound.

This is what is unfolding our heart and at the centre of the opening.

Nicola x