Surrender. Acceptance. Lying in. And then it’s the last stage of the cold when that awful tickle cough begins. And I learn silence. The coughing begins when I talk, so I learn to not talk. That means listening in meetings and listening to other people, not responding, not reacting.
It gives
me time, internal time, to process. What have I heard? What am I seeing?
Silence. Waiting. Patience. Don’t talk. Sit still. The
common cold is a spiritual practice.
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