by Wendy Strgar August 20, 2010
I have finally met the full weight of my fatigue and I am so happy to have a long weekend at a beach house to rest. I need to replace my exhaustion with inertia. I need to see what is behind all the thinking and writing and talking I do. I want to dive deep into stillness and quiet.
The beach has always been one of my favorite places to reach such a state of relaxation and rest. Away from the busy-ness of the city, standing on the long stretches of sand, looking out at the water that extends for miles past the horizon, I can finally come to that place of stillness I usually can only achieve in my mediations.
Being on the beach puts it all in perspective. The endless crashing waves, the singular blue-grey color of the ocean, and the millions of grains of sand at my feet remind me how small I am, how, in the scheme of things all of my worries and troubles are really not that bad after all.
So here I am, at my haven with my favorite people in the world. This weekend I shall surround myself in the stillness and the quiet grandeur of the Oregon coast, and find the peace I have been craving.
by Wendy Strgar October 25, 2018
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” –Antoine de Saint-Exupery
We believe we are making it better by shielding ourselves from our own pain. This is a fool’s errand, for the pain we refuse to feel and acknowledge doesn’t dissipate from our lacking attention, but rather collects in our heart center with a weightiness that we often cannot name or discern. So fearful are we, of the potential of a broken heart, that we inadvertently refuse to open our hearts at all.
by Wendy Strgar September 13, 2018