CoachBri’s Blog

The morning was thick and rich with moisture. The birds were active, darting at each other, moving from tree to tree. The mating ritual of the birds was in full movement from morning to night.

Thought is always pregnant as it gives birth to thoughts in one direction and then a second later it is giving birth to another set of thoughts, just to keep itself alive. Thought hates to be silent because in true silence self has no place and thought is only a waste of energy. True silence is not the result of thinking, willing, planning or choice. It is a blessing that comes when self is not active in the pursuit of desire.

Nothing in nature is driven by thought and everything reaches its potential. In the silence of the morning something beyond thinking is sensed. It is more delicate than a warm breeze. It holds all life together without direction. It is both in solitude and connected to everything. In its presence thought has no place. This energy seems to live, explode and die and is immediately born again in one movement. It is deep, rich and true and depends on nothing. It holds love, compassion, intelligence and so much more. Thought has no place in it or relationship to it. Yet it can use thought.

The dog that has been in the field comes running when it sees me. It has been digging after something in the ground. Her nose is black with the dark earth.

Coach bri