A Tibetan Singing Bowl rang out just now. It called me back to the peace inside despite the noises of harshness my life has heard played out for me in recent times.
I need not listen for any other offerings. I need only return to that Source within that is calming and peaceful as a cat crawling onto its owner’s lap to snuggle, knead and meditate on the nothingness that offers answers to all of life’s questions.
Ring out, dear bowl. Sing of the offering made by the Sirens to Odysseus as his Greek warrior friends tied him to the mast of his ship to entertain his curiosity. He was simply going home, paying attention to the all he heard at Troy and the lovely Penelope he had left in Ithaca some 20 years earlier.