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Disengaging. Not retreating from life and hiding from responsibility, but extracting oneself from the harried chaotic velocity that has become mainstream in our culture in order to face the real issues. It takes strength to say no, I won’t be there because I need to sit quietly and feel my breath as I would sit on the shore in awe  of the lapping waves.  I need to know the miracle that is happening inside of me, intimately. It takes courage to own up to the fact that maybe you don’t want what everyone else has because that would mean your  life would be a fast-paced race to pay for it, at the expense of the most precious gift you have– your time here. It takes honesty to come to terms with the fact that you would rather know the dew on the petals at dawn, the fragile spider web fluttering in the breeze, the smell of the earth in the forest after a rain, feel the quiet breath breathed by the universe as the sun arises, than spend hours in a concrete jungle searching for something to ease the anxiety and depression arising from your perceived separation from the all-that-truly-is. Disappoint others in order to be true to yourself. Don’t have any regrets when the hour of your death is upon you.