I have been following my own advice and making time and space to find silence lately, some days five minutes comes easily, and then some days finding myself rushing until the moment I lay down at night only to realize that I never took that time to be silent and still.
I have found silence in various places lately. Last week I spent one of my 5 minutes with my nephew after putting him to bed, sitting in the chair in his room sharing the sacred space before a little one goes to sleep just listening to him breathe in and out.
This weekend I went on an adventure to Northern Minnesota where silence was woven through the weekend. Snowshoeing as the snow gently fell walking in silence on freshly fallen snow. The sounds of the forest muted by the 10 inches of fresh snow they had gotten a few days before and stillness emanating from every tree and rock. Sitting by a fire in silence with a friend, a glass of wine and no internet, no cell phone reception, watching the waves and listening to the lake.
It reminded me that by giving myself silence, by taking the time to soak it all in things sort themselves out, so often I fall into the habit of fixing everything now, going faster, doing bigger, better things- and so often it is in the silence that reminds me that this moment is enough just as it is.
And as will almost always happen, when I step into stillness, when I offer myself the time to stop, to get off the hamster wheel I emerge refreshed and ready to reengage, recommitting to my promise to myself to live my life from a more authentic, clear, and centered place.
I found this quote upon my return and smiled as I thought about the wisdom of the Lake and all that it had shared with me this weekend.
Wash the dust from your soul and heart with wisdom’s water.
After sitting, centering, being silent I found that my words were tumbling forth… and this is part of a response to a journal prompt my friend had given me:
As I listen to the lake
As I listen to the lake it reminds me that it is a big, vast lake, filled with so many individual droplets of water, yet all are integral to the whole… there are water droplets who revel in splashing against the rocks, who love the idea of jumping onto the shore, and other drops of water who prefer to be in the still, depth and center of the lake… there are yet others who want to glide on the top, gently swaying and rocking, and other drops who want to travel a long ways- distance is their goal, and others who long to stay as close to their home as possible… and all ways lead to the beauty, reflect the who of the lake… the lake is all of them and none of them… the lake simply is… this ancient stillness, this watery heartbeat of the waves… in and out… pulled by the moon, warmed by the sun…
As I listen to the lake it reminds me that there are so many worlds yet to explore, there is so much left to uncover, unearth…
I have only just begun.
Indeed, I have been struggling with a few things lately that have taken a toll on my soul, and my healing has been found in this silence. This silence has held me in the midst of so much grace, in so much love, in so much compassion. The silence has helped heal old wounds, it has given me strength to support others as they navigate difficult times, it has given me strength to make brave choices, it has reminded me of my power and my voice and it has reminded me to move with more intention in my life.
In the silence I have heard the voice of love remind me that the story is not over yet, there is so much of my life yet to be written.
In so many ways I have only just begun.
Sitting with silence has brought me so many gifts and I am looking forward to hearing if any of you are experiencing the same…