When you read the words, “safe haven,” what opens up? Is there longing? Or do you imagine a certain kind of idyllic place?

Last night, we went to see the movie of the same name. When we made the decision to go I was thinking love story, and somehow missed another word also in the description–thriller. Stories of stalking are the most disturbing of all themes for me.

During the movie–when my heart rate soared, and it did about twenty different times–I’d remember Rupert Spira’s teaching that awareness is like a magical aware screen. All the characters that arise in the movie believe they have an independent, separate existence, but if you walk up and touch the screen, it is clear that they are made of nothing but that. “Just screen,” I thought to myself, and whispered to my husband once during the movie, “just screen.”

My safe haven is knowing what we truly are, and remaining, at rest, in that knowing.

@Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
photo credit: Robert Lyn Nelson