The difference is not in what we do, but in what we notice . A Mysticbeing hasn’t left the world. She has finally, fully, entered it.
A Mysticbeing doesn’t reject the grocery store, the traffic jam, or the dirty dishes. She sees them as containers. Containers for presence. Containers for wonder. Containers for the very thing we call God, or Source, or simply What Is . Mysticbeing
The Quiet Rebellion of Being a Mysticbeing The difference is not in what we do, but in what we notice