The Rejang at sunset, boats on the river, a little girl watching from the bank — the long way home
A painted wreath of leaves and wildflowers
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The Quiet Land

“Life is very simple, often it is thoughts complicating life so why think so much.”

From the journal · July 12, 2011

These are the journals of one contemplative life — six of them, kept for years in separate places, now gathered into one quiet land. Nothing has been edited; the raw phrasing carries the transmission. Come in and walk as you please.

A watercolor of the writer with her golden dog Cassie
With Cassie, who began it — a watercolor memory.
Follow the road

Path to Oneness

It was always a road. It begins across the river in Kanowit and walks the long way home — start at the trailhead, or join it wherever it calls you.

The painted footpath arriving at the river

In time, the road found the river.

A painted garland of leaves and small flowers

Seeking nothing is everything.
Less is often more.
I do not need to seek what I already have.
What I do not have, I do not need to seek.
Seeking for love, for affirmation
From those who already love us.
Seeking God and God is there.

From the journal · May 31, 2020
The writer with her dog Berlina
With Berlina.

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The river flows on.
The Quiet Land — a contemplative journal