I listened to this beautiful meditation this morning. I love this woman’s voice. I lay in bed in perfect stillness, not trying… not trying to focus… to let go… nothing… just being. And in the midst of it, I had some awarenesses and deeper integration of things I already know on some level. At some point she says something about picturing the stillpoint within as the eye in the center of a hurricane, and I thought, “That is the truth of who we are- the still point in the midst of the storm- and instead of focusing on the stillpoint, we are trying to fix the storm. We are all points of perfection and when we can remember and drop into that place of perfect peace, that is when we can hear the still small Voice reminding us that we are already Home.”