The Steady Observer

Over the past year and a half, I’ve completed over 14 sewing projects. I’ve gone through five spools of thread. A spool of thread holds approximately 1400 yards which is the equivalent to 14 football fields, all slowly unwinding with my focus and intention.

A spool is a great metaphor for life. The thread is the stories of my lives, past and present with my soul as the core of the spool. The continuous thread holds the stories of this lifetime and all my lifetimes, all my triumphs and tragedies, deaths and rebirths, wrapped around the steady presence of my true essence, my soul.

Life is hard and we struggle to survive sicknesses, day-to-day challenges and loss of loved ones; when we feel so helpless witnessing the suffering of our loved ones; when we experience the violent oppression of souls so distanced from their own inner wisdom; when we lose what we worked so hard for. We do our best to heal and move on, because this thread, our life, is continuous and carries us, all designed so brilliantly wrapped around our quiet, steady soul. Our soul is our strength. Our soul holds our peace.

The doorway to our soul is present when we quiet, when we gentle ourselves, when we sit in silence. Taking the time to sit and feel past the tangle of emotions we can reach our soul. It takes courage to sit quietly and not listen to the blaming and the shaming. Not listen to the ego screaming. Like a tangled jungle, we patiently focus past the tangled vines and see the steady sun and feel the steady hum.

Every moment we choose to sit with our struggles and feel beyond the pain, we find our soul. Our soul holds the love we yearn to feel. Our soul holds the wisdom we search for. Our soul holds the answers to our myriad of questions. Take the time. You deserve your presence.

The Silent Observer by Sarah Armide

The silent observer is the wisest part of your being.

It’s always watching, witnessing, steering us towards our true meaning.

Sometimes we feel desperate when trying to find our life’s meaning or purpose.

We criticize and judge ourselves, leaving a sense of being totally worthless.

We go through our ups.

We go through our downs.

Life is comprised of both beauty and frowns.

In those times of sadness and heart-wrenching despair.

Laying on the cold bathroom tiles, choking for air.

Tasting the saltiness of your tears as they roll down your face.

Desperately longing for someone’s embrace.

During these times of despair, we may feel helpless and alone.

Although the truth is we always have company, our higher self, witnessing every moan.

So whilst sometimes we may forget our purpose on this earth.

Remember that the silent observer has never forsaken your value or worth.

The silent observer is the vast, non-physical part of yourself, you see.

The part that is not contained nor limited, like the ego’s sense of ‘me’.

Whilst we move through life and inevitably experience times of pain.

It’s important to remind ourselves that these moments offer something to gain.

Our times of deep suffering are where we get to know ourselves best.

These moments are the universe putting our inner strength to the test.

When we start to lose our way, it is our purpose we often forget.

And until we ask for help, the silent observer knows not to interject.

So I invite you to turn inward, and connect with this powerful force.

Your teacher, your compass ... that which we call Source.

This teacher knows that life is a never-ending opportunity to learn and grow.

To expose the rawest parts of ourselves we thought we lacked the strength to show.

So remember my dear one's, life may throw you about, leaving you lost and in a tangle.

Although it’s important to gain perspective, knowing you are always protected by your guardian angel.

Whilst the silent observer may not speak or act.

This presence is always there

Seeing you as perfect

Seeing you as whole

Knowing there is nothing you ever lacked.

Participants’ Reflections

  • Thank you. It was unusual what I focused on this time, which was your last words ‘see you on the other side of fifteen minutes.’ My meditation took me to silence and to the Simon and Garfunkel song, The Sound of Silence. I’m a movie buff and I reflected on