This morning, a tiny bird appeared in my meditation space β
a quiet, humble visitor resting in stillness.
No fear. No rush. Just breath and presence.
I sat beside it, heart open, feeling something ancient whisper through the silence.
Sometimes the universe doesnβt send messages through words β
but through feathers, wind, and pauses.
In many traditions, birds are seen as messengers between worlds β
bridging the seen and unseen,
reminding us of the soulβs freedom,
the lightness of trust,
and the beauty of simply being.
Today, it felt like my heart had taken form β
soft, alive, pulsing with nature.
A mirror of tenderness reminding me that stillness attracts peace,
and love β in its purest form β never needs to be chased.
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Have you felt those subtle signs too?
The kind that ask you to slow down, breathe, and listen again?
If your heart is craving more of that β
the still, sacred kind of living β
come begin your own slow journey here:
πΏ slow-secrets-tribe.kit.com/starthere πΏ
