The Quiet Place: Dawn Room

When you feel down or sad or troubled or alone, check out this website:  thequietplaceproject.com and go to the Dawn room.

The site asks you to imagine the person you love most up in the sky, their face peering down at you. They are asking you for your help. What would you tell them? What is the best thing you can come up with to say to them?  "The most cheering piece of comfort."

It then sends your comforting words out to millions who need to hear some comforting words. The site reminds you that you are not alone and millions of souls have some kind words they would like to share with you.  Talk about making the Universe a smaller place! This is a fabulous reminder that we are all loved and we all go through rough patches but we can all get through them, too.

Some people wrote:

I love you, what can I do?

If today was horrible, tomorrow will be awesome.

I am here for you.

Know that I am always with you.

It's always good in the end. If it's not good now, it's not the end.

You are beautiful.

 

These are some of the nicest reminders of encouragement and they are all there for you.  And in the background, daylight dawns and a flower grows and it feels awesome.

Take in all the love and comfort and then go to the 90 Seconds page.  Soothing music will embrace your heart and the words will guide you to peace.

The mind in its natural state can be compared to the sky, covered by layers of cloud which hide its true nature. – Kalu Rinpoche



 

"I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD"           I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

          That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

          When all at once I saw a crowd,

          A host, of golden daffodils;

          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

 

          Continuous as the stars that shine

          And twinkle on the milky way,

          They stretched in never-ending line

          Along the margin of a bay:                                  

          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

          The waves beside them danced; but they

          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

          A poet could not but be gay,

          In such a jocund company:

          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

          What wealth the show to me had brought:

 

          For oft, when on my couch I lie

          In vacant or in pensive mood,                               

          They flash upon that inward eye

          Which is the bliss of solitude;

          And then my heart with pleasure fills,

          And dances with the daffodils.

                                                              William Wordsworth, 1804.