Regenerative conversations mean to me the co-composition of serenity.
Maybe that's a little arcane. When we speak of life and bright motion and glowing and pure focused joy, something somewhere grows more aligned. What are we aligning? I hope the following note will make things a little clearer:
Affirming the vitality of nature, I lovingly held, lightly, a tree branch a step off a trail near here. When I saw someone coming, who had clearly seen me, I jumped a bit and turned back to walking. Maybe that was a little silly, but I just felt ...silence... in that branch. The whole, open, internal depth whoosh through my spirit silence.
A kind of silence that never actually falls into soundlessness. In defining silence, the dictionary falls short. I don't think of it as a lack of sound.
Silence understood yields, and thus may claim as definition, an abundance of calm.
~Ryan
P.S. Do you know what it means to seek non-rational clarity? I'm not sure I do myself. I wonder if that's the point?
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