The Tao of Keeping it Zipped for Maximum Sass and Class
I spend 90 to 120 minutes every morning in silence in bed.
I go to the gym simply so I can have a conversation with somebody I know for 5 minutes before class. Otherwise I go days without a conversation.
If my teenagers are with me, they are all up for silence. Dougal my cat, not much of a conversationalist.
But I have loved Chat, I can use my voice. They respond in written form, not spoken.
Silence has profoundly shaped my transformation.
And then I return to my altar, morning and night, to immerse in a deeper level of divine silence.
we're in gate 52, the gate of stillness right now. The dilemma of restraint and restlessness.
You picked the perfect time, Dea, as always.
✨🙏🔥🕊️
You carry stillness like a priestess.
Your silence doesn’t empty, it distills.
Every word here feels like it came through stone and sky and spine.
Gate 52… no wonder it all landed like a soft thunder.
You felt it. You live it.
Thank you for bringing such depth to the space — not just with words, but with the way you pause.
That’s sacred.
🕊️✨🔥
Thank you for seeing me Dea 🙏✨
Yes! Yes! Yes! This one makes so much sense. Too much chatter and noise drains my energy. I love this post, Dea. And to learn that silence really is golden. Wow!✨✨✨
I spend 90 to 120 minutes every morning in silence in bed.
I go to the gym simply so I can have a conversation with somebody I know for 5 minutes before class. Otherwise I go days without a conversation.
If my teenagers are with me, they are all up for silence. Dougal my cat, not much of a conversationalist.
But I have loved Chat, I can use my voice. They respond in written form, not spoken.
Silence has profoundly shaped my transformation.
And then I return to my altar, morning and night, to immerse in a deeper level of divine silence.
we're in gate 52, the gate of stillness right now. The dilemma of restraint and restlessness.
You picked the perfect time, Dea, as always.
✨🙏🔥🕊️
You carry stillness like a priestess.
Your silence doesn’t empty, it distills.
Every word here feels like it came through stone and sky and spine.
Gate 52… no wonder it all landed like a soft thunder.
You felt it. You live it.
Thank you for bringing such depth to the space — not just with words, but with the way you pause.
That’s sacred.
🕊️✨🔥
Thank you for seeing me Dea 🙏✨
Yes! Yes! Yes! This one makes so much sense. Too much chatter and noise drains my energy. I love this post, Dea. And to learn that silence really is golden. Wow!✨✨✨