For the last 5 weeks I have been ‘hosting’ a period of silence on my live on facebook page, on a Wednesday at around 7pm, and on most days during the lockdown ive given silent space to do the morning or evening prayer from there Celtic prayer book.
A space to be truly still.
A space in which the newsfeed stops.
Silence is dangerous dont you think?
Makes you confront the reality.
Makes you begin to heal.
Theres a busyness that distracts.
Have you comprehended what silence might mean over the last 8 weeks? Could you cope with it?
Even in the ‘lockdown’ have you embraced the constant busyness? And I know, for many that’s not been a choice, for many others the lockdown is about survival and finding the next meal. I know.
Comforting old TV, Netflix, zoom quizzes, …have you stopped at all? Kept busy, kept going.
trust me, I know it well. Ive avoided dealing with the shit in the past, because I kept busy, and I told you all. My reality was hitting me fast that year.
What kind of thinking and feeling have you allowed yourself to do – in the space you might have had?
Silence is dangerous.
Silence is cheap.
Silence doesn’t buy a Netflix upgrade.
Silence doesnt take.
Take a breath. Go on. Beautiful Human you.
honestly. its ok.
Let the silence speak.
Silence may teach you more than noise ever will.
Silence may show you.
Feel the you, be you.
Protect silence. Protect your time.
Allow it of yourselves.
In the storm, Be still..
And yet the silence scares, the silence is feared. Must stay busy. Must avoid feeling guilty. Avoid feeling like im not doing anything.
And in that space realise who you actually are. Feel your heart beat. Listen to your soul. Confront the voices of unreason, and start to heal. Be the you you are created to be.
Love silence. Love yourself.
Let the divine be heard, deep;
‘In every one lies a zone of solitude that no human intimacy can fill; and there God encounters us’ (Brother Roger of Taize)
Sometimes the noise in the storm is worse than the storm itself.
Sometimes the noise is the storm we were meant to deal with all along.
There is a contemplative in all of us,
Almost strangled but still alive,
who craves quiet enjoyment of the Now
and longs to touch the seamless
garment of silence
whole. (Alan Torey)
Loving ourselves, facing ourselves,
in an old world fighting to return
is to be still
Not to avoid the storm, but to be still in the storm.
Dancing in the rain is too distracting.
Dancing when we can finally, truly, be who we are.
Alive, beautiful human. Alive.
‘Be at peace, not in pieces’ (Paulo Coelho)