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For Ernestine

Go now, beloved,On the quiet path the stars have kept for you.The breath of the earth is at your back,The arms of Love are open before you.Nothing binds you here.Nothing holds you but the blessing of our meeting.You are light now,And light is all you will ever be.Rest in the home beyond all homes,Where every tear is turned to morning,And every step is the dance of your freedom.Go in peace, Ernestine.Go in love.Go in joy.Nigel …. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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Silence

“It is in the silence within meeting the silence without, in that space beyond time all truth, love and Presence is found, not a word is spoken—yet everything becomes known.” Nigel Lott teaandzen.org.
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In a world of walls let the heart remain open.

When denial feels easier than truth, and closing off becomes a form of survival, staying open is a radical act. This reflection is for those whose hearts still ache — not as weakness, but as sacred proof that love is alive in them. In a world of indifference, even a whisper of presence can change everything.
To turn away from suffering is not just a political failure.
It is a sign of profound wounding. To block out the cries of others is to build a wall within one’s own soul. And to maintain that wall takes immense effort.
It takes forgetting. It takes a refusal to feel. Because to truly feel what is happening would shatter the illusion of separation— and with it, the scaffolding of denial that keeps so many safe in their false sense of power, comfort, or righteousness.
Our true nature is Love. And this is not some poetic ideal — it is the eternal fact of being. To behave in any other way requires a distortion. A split. A misalignment with the heart of reality. And that misalignment… is not sustainable.
It causes great inner suffering — whether known or not. So for those whose hearts ache — Know this: That ache is the opposite of denial. It is living proof that Love is alive in you. The wall so many build to protect themselves — has already crumbled in you.
You may not stand on a geopolitical stage. You may not wield power in any conventional sense. But what you carry is far more rare: A willingness to feel it all. A refusal to shut down. A choice to remain open… when it would be easier to close.
You may well ask:
“What can I do?”
And answer it in the same breath: Re-double your efforts within. Open further to the truth and presence that lives in you. Let that presence become your offering.
Because in a world of walls, the open heart becomes a sanctuary. In a world of silence, the voice of truth becomes a clarion. And in a world of indifference — even a whisper of real presence can change everything.
These are not small things.
These are acts of sacred resistance.
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The Sacred Longing

For anyone who has ever searched outside themselves, aching to feel whole again — this is for you.
I spent much of my life looking outside myself to find myself — not realizing that what I ached and yearned for most had always been within.
Early on in my healing, I came to understand that my addiction to alcohol and drugs wasn’t truly about escape — it was about longing. A deep, sacred yearning for peace… for the bliss of union with God.
I believed that in becoming human — in taking on this form — I had somehow been separated from God. Or as I prefer to say: separated from Love, from Source.
But this isn’t just my story. It’s the quiet truth beneath all addiction — all compulsions, all the restless searching outside ourselves. Whether it’s substances, relationships, approval, control, or distraction… what we’re really seeking is to come home.
We spend our lives searching — reaching, striving, looking outward — when in fact the only true journey is inward, into the sacred heart space within.
And even that… is not really a search.
Because one day, quietly, we come to understand:
There is nothing missing.
There is nothing to become.
In any given moment, we are already all of it.
All peace.
All love.
All presence — here and now.
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Contemplation And Blessing

Here is a simple invitation I place before you, though its simplicity may be more profound than it first appears, and its pursuit more vast than any journey you have ever taken.
I invite you to spend the rest of your life being in love. Not loving merely as an act, nor seeking love as something to possess, but abiding as love,
becoming its quiet embodiment, its effortless witness, its joyful servant.
And I ask you, With all the sincerity I can summon, have you ever had anything better to do?
In all your striving, in all your searching, have you found anything else that endures? In truth, there is no other work worth doing,
no other treasure worth keeping, no other pilgrimage worth making. Everything you seek, peace, freedom, meaning, even God,
is already contained within the life that is lived in love. It is not elsewhere.
It is not after some long preparation. It is here now, always. The invitation is simple. The living of it will ask everything, but what it gives is everything.
Come then.
Come into love.
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A ritual of remembrance and return

Prepare a Quiet Space.
Sit somewhere still. Light a candle if you can, or simply place your hand over your heart. Breathe. Feel the moment return—not to relive it, but to meet it with presence.
Speak the Words Silently or Aloud
Let these words rise from your heart:
I see now what I could not see then.
In my pain, I spilled pain. In my fear, I forgot you, fellow soul.
To the one I was unkind to today: I send you peace.
May you feel steadiness in your work, kindness in your day, and rest in your body tonight.
I did not mean to harm you. Please forgive my sharpness.
And may I too be forgiven — by life, by love, by the silence that always waits to gather me home.
Offer a Gesture of Return
Place your hands palm-up in your lap. Imagine light resting in your hands — not as a dramatic image, but as a quiet warmth. This is your offering. Your way of saying,
I return now to myself. To love. To Presence.
Close with a Whispered Blessing
Say to yourself:
Even in my imperfection, I am beloved.
Even in my stumbling, I walk the path of healing.
Even in sorrow, there is grace.
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The Kingdom Of The Open Heart

Before heaven was imagined as a place beyond the stars, it was known as something much closer — a quiet realm within the heart, waiting for a soft return.
In this reflection, we follow the ancient words of Jesus not as doctrine, but as invitation:
To become like children. To bow with humility. To knock gently — and discover the kingdom not far away, but within every breath you take, and when breath you take no more.
Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 7:7
These are not just ancient words.
They are a map — drawn in the ink of humility — to remind us of the hidden gate inside the heart.
The Master Jesus, speaking from Presence, was not pointing to another world.
He was pointing to this one — to a love so vast, so immediate, that even a word like ecstasy cannot contain it.
The kingdom of heaven is not distant. It is not beyond the stars. It is in your breath. It is in the silence between our hearts. It is waiting within you, always.
And what opens the door?
Not striving.
Not knowledge.
But humility — the simple act of turning, softening, and knocking.
Ask, and it will be given to you Seek, and you will find.
Knock, and the door will be opened. Matthew 7:7
And when it opens, you will not enter alone.
Love has already gone ahead of you.
 
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THREADS OF ONE HEART

“How we move through the world—how we think, feel, love, and remember—is not separate from the great unfolding. This piece explores the quiet truth that individual healing is never just personal; it is a sacred participation in the collective restoration of light.
What we discover in the sanctuary of our own heart ripples outward, influencing the balance of all things. And in this sacred reciprocity, we become bearers of remembrance—of the love that holds all things together, even when veiled by darkness.
These are reflections on the mystery of being woven into the whole, and the humble offering of our stories, shaped by light found beyond the shadows”
“The patterns, dynamics, and laws that shape our lives—those that weave between the thinking mind and the wisdom of the heart—apply just as profoundly to the collective as they do to the individual.
When we speak of individual consciousness, we do so in the context of a greater whole—embedded within humanity itself, of which we are but a single, luminous thread.
To truly understand this is to recognize that each of us profoundly affects the energetic balance of our world, and indeed the universe. In every moment, we participate in the unfolding polarity of light and dark. How much light, how much darkness—this is, in part, our responsibility.
It falls to each of us, then, to seek the truth within the sanctuary of our own heart. To discover, again and again, the one love that holds us all—and in doing so, to be set free. And in that freedom, to offer our stories: of the light we found, even—especially—beyond the veil of darkness.”
Through our inner work, our attunement to the deeper will of the universe—this vast mystery clothed always in love—we help each other remember. And in remembering, may we share with humility and grace the beauty of this journey with all sentient beings, everywhere.”
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A MEDITATION ON GRIEF AND THE LOSS OF CONNECTION

Breathe, beloved.
Not to turn away from the pain, but to enter it with reverence. To be here, fully, in this tender unraveling of what once was.
Grief, when it arrives, often disguises itself as emptiness. As if love disappeared with the one, or the place, or the feeling that is no longer here in form. But love cannot go anywhere. It is not of form.
It is not bound by time, or space, or even by memory. What you are grieving is not the absence of love— but the absence of how love was shaped, how it once touched you through a body, a voice, a presence, a shared breath.
The form has changed. But the love? It remains. It lingers in the silence, in the ache, in the places that now seem hollow. Not as punishment, but as proof— proof that what you felt was real, and that real love never dies.
Let yourself weep. Let your ribs ache. Let your soul call out into the night. This is the body remembering. This is the heart reorienting itself to the unseen. There is no shame in longing. There is no weakness in sorrow.
This too is part of love’s path. A sacred part. A necessary part. You are not alone. The connection is not broken— only altered. Only hidden, like the moon behind clouds.
Speak to them if you must. Light a candle. Write their name. Feel them in the breath that moves through you. And when you are ready— not fixed, not healed, but softened— let yourself rest in the great mystery.
The mystery where love still lives, just beyond the veil.
Still here. Still holding you. Still singing in the silence.
You have not been abandoned. Love has not vanished. It has simply changed its clothing— and become the sky, the wind, the silence in your chest when you remember.
Let it hold you now. Let it shape you, gently, into someone who knows— even through sorrow—that nothing true is ever lost.
“If this opened something tender in you, feel free to share it with someone walking through grief.”
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THE BREATH BEFORE DAWN

Love is the one and only thing we are capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.
It is the only thing that permeates all matter, all form, and the absence of any form or matter.
It is simply on every breath we take and it is there when breath we take no more.
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