This week I have “gone quiet”. What I say it means is that, for a few days, I stop writing my “Thought for the Day”, stop posting cat photos, sharing cool videos and, most importantly, stay quiet. Focus on the inner me and take a break from the world outside. Sometimes it works. This time, not so much.
This time I’ve been on vacation with my husband, so there is that. Certainly not a bad thing, but not optimum to being quiet. I have been successful in avoiding Facebook, but then I thought, “Let’s try Twitter and Instagram and see what kind of attention they get.” Yeah, not much attention except from me. Simply time wasted and the “quiet”was very noisy. Who am I kidding…
I have spent some time this week doing things that quiet my soul: reading, painting (the bathroom, not a canvas), meditating, antiquing and blog writing. In doing so I realized just how much I love doing these things but I feel like I am always trying fit them into my oh-so-busy-and-oh-so-important lifestyle. If I get up at 5:30 and spend 15 minutes doing yoga followed by 45 minutes meditating, another 30 minutes on the treadmill reading, and then an hour writing, well, that put’s me at about 8:00. Plenty of time to shower, eat and get to work by 9:00. With my crazy work schedule, all bets are off from 9 a.m. until 9 p.m. most days so the painting of the bathroom and the antiquing will have to wait. But…how much time (let’s be real here) have I also spent scrolling. That one I’m too embarrassed to answer but, suffice it to say, my yoga/meditation/reading/writing time is probably cut in half.
By the end of the day, I have run through moments never even noticing them.
So I stop and meditate. Right now. Enjoy this while I’m gone (it’s what I will be absorbing for the next hour)
In the stillness of this moment I am at peace.
Knowing that in this moment I am renewed, I find that my breath is gentler, my fingers slower on the keyboard and my thoughts open-ended. Reading back this post I am amazed (why do I continue to be so amazed?) what this hour has created. There is a sense of tranquility that I forget (or choose to ignore?) as I go about my day. Recognizing this gift, I am grateful. I know now that this time of meditation, of quiet, of peace, tranquility, is all I need. Everything else will follow as it needs to (not because I believe it should). This hour is endless and it is in this moment of pure bliss (I really can think of no other word for it) that I begin again. The illusion of quiet becomes the reality that resides in my soul.
From my heart to yours, Diane