There’s so much just beyond the surface—infinite beauty and mystery, pools of pain and pleasure, stories, oh, so many stories, ones from you, you, and you, stories from us, from them.
Just as the sun sets earlier these days, the universe is asking us to settle in to ourselves, to find what lies just beyond our own surface—to find that beauty and mystery, to feel into the pain and pleasure, and to listen to the stories. The stories of our past, our future, our dreams, our fears. The stories of strangers. The stories of “others”. The stories found only when turning inward.
In our extroverted culture, there’s so much to be explored just beyond the surface that we don’t pay attention to—there’s not enough hours in the day, there’s too many people to please and things to check off the list, there’s the going and going that constantly distracts us from ourselves.
The universe is always reminding us of what we already know. Indeed, there is infinite beauty and mystery just below the surface. Here is what I’m talking about.