I have the right to remain silent. The past two nights I've dreamt about Miranda. I woke this morning clear that the dream is inviting me to honor and avail myself of my right to remain silent.
The past few days as I've engaged with activities related to the launch of Indiana University's new Cinema, I put my attention on the powerful transmissions of energy, the capacity for deepening awareness, and the opening up to transformative possibilities that are available in the presence of potent works of motion picture art. During the guest speaker events, which I attended yesterday, I appreciated how moving conversation and dialogue can be when approached with a lively sense of presence and generosity of spirit.
On the flip side as I've moved around campus I overheard many conversations: cell phone and in person exchanges. I was struck by how pointless, rote, and fueled by conditioning most of what I heard emanating from people's mouths seemed to be. How opinionated. How disconnected. How unnecessary.
What arose was the reminder for me to always begin from a ground of silence, to wait for words to arise from a deep place in my being before speaking.
I have a right to remain silent. Under any circumstances whatsoever I may honor the richness of silence. And in the moment when words are prepared to arise from my authentic core, I'll be happy to escort them out into the world.
I'll play with this practice and see what arises.
munay,
Barbara
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