Our culture across the world seems to be moving at a staggering rate, and we are asked to keep up with the demand of that movement. But to what end? Why is it we are rushing so much more?  What is it we are rushing too?  Survival?  A leg up?  And how do we find peace from within when there is barely time in a day to find your breath?

In my own journey, meditation came into my life as a practice in 2018, when I needed more than exercise and better food. If I were to listen to Aberdeen, in her words she shared with me in my 2017 dream, we all have a proverbial three-legged stool we lay our life’s weight upon. Each leg represents a different form of intelligence we must nurture as humans—emotional intelligence, spiritual intelligence, and physical intelligence. If one leg is even slightly uneven, the stool tips, and our lives begin to lean toward hunger for something deeper.

In many ways, that imbalance reflects what we’re collectively experiencing. Humanity has drifted from its center, our proverbial stool as a whole is off kilter.  I see a strong disconnect from connection to Source Divine. We’ve traded stillness for speed, depth for distraction, and meaning for motion. The noise of our modern lives has grown so constant that silence now feels foreign, and at times, scary.  Yet it’s in that very silence that healing begins. 

Meditation became, for me, a way to rebuild balance, to give me the thin protection each day needs as it demands performance upon me.  I didn’t come to it seeking enlightenment or even stillness; I came because I was full of anxiety.  Struggling to constantly work to hold up a life that felt heavier by the day.  What I discovered was an art - the art of building space for my thoughts to shut down, if only for a moment.  Silence holds its own kind of language.  There is a gentle space between heartbeats that reminds us we are not separate from peace, only distracted from it.  Ponder on that, perhaps the only thing causing our separation from whole is distraction.  If I chose to stop being distracted, for just a moment, what would that do for my journey in this life?

Silent meditation is not about perfection or escape. It is an act of space giving, to treat your whole being to a wonderful healing space.  Within that silence, the emotional body softens, the physical body releases its grip, and the spirit finally has room to breathe. Science now echoes what the mystics have always known: regular meditation calms the nervous system, lowers stress hormones, and reshapes the brain toward compassion for our own journey, presence, and resilience. But beyond the data, the deeper gift is our quiet return to self—an invitation to sit in your own company and remember that you are already whole.  

When all three legs of the stool are aligned, when the intelligence of body, heart, and spirit are tended to equally—life steadies itself and I realize I will be okay.  That peace of heart was never lost; it was simply waiting beneath the noise.  And in that stillness, we begin again—balanced, aware, and quietly alive, curious and living in awe.  

Each piece I create for Angel Aberdeen is born from that same space of silence—a meditation in form, a gentle reminder to pause, to breathe, and to trust the beauty unfolding within, and to build a practice each day. Just as meditation reconnects us to self and to an unseen larger piece of the story, these pieces invite that same remembrance: that we are part of something vast, loving, and interconnected. The ripple begins with one quiet breath and one slowed moment.