“Satsang carries a subtle alchemy. It is not in the words alone, nor in the silence alone, but in the meeting itself. A gathering where something larger than our separate selves makes itself felt.
Grace reveals itself here, sometimes as a quiet settling, sometimes as a vast opening, sometimes as a tender ache in the heart.
We may come with questions, but what answers us is not always conceptual. It is presence, the fragrance of the divine moving in the shared field.
Satsang is not an event, but a living current. A space where grace remembers itself in us, and we remember ourselves in grace.”
— Imogen