Twaji

I wanted to write about something that would inspire the experience of transformation.  I did not know where to start.  I had read lots of spiritual books and none of them seemed to capture the essence of what I wanted to say.  I felt spiritually congested.  It was my first workshop and I had not yet facilitated.  I called in the light and walked over to my closet.  A book jumped off the shelf and fell to the floor.  I picked it up and opened the page to the word "Twaji".  Twaji sang my heart open.  I wanted to know what this word was.  I looked the word up and found all sorts of things.  I began to understand the gaze inside of me, the gaze that looks through me to another or back inside of me at myself.  I slowed to down to sense the door that had just been presented.