I know that we experienced a little hiccup with Wednesday’s posting, for that fictional sharing was about the “big thing’, not the “little things”, as this week started out to be. I shall conclude this week by returning to the “little things”, for they are just as profound.
First, I want to thank you for journeying with me for a month! Wow…it has gone fast. I have grown to crave this time upon the page, for it centers me in the present moment, connecting me with myself and all who choose to digest my words; a true gift. It is quite amazing to write today versus when I first started writing in sixth grade for the local newspaper. No paper and pen. No sending it off via snail mail and then waiting. I type, watching the words appear on a lit screen, hit publish and the whole world can access my black and white words. Absolutely wild. So again, I thank all of my readers, for you are why I come to the page – I sit in humble gratitude.
This morning what kept echoing for me was the pure grace of stillness. Not just quiet, but stillness. I love stillness, for in truth it is not still, it is a contradiction of sorts. For me personally, stillness has many layers, especially depending on where I am. Where I live now in the city, it has a vibrational quality to it. Sitting here in this moment, within my womblike home, I hear the occasional duck on the pond, an air plane flies above, the fridge is running in the kitchen and my coffee press is hissing in a barely audible moist squeak. In between all of this, is a layered quiet. A stillness with weight.
Have you ever graced yourself to just be still? To sit with “emptiness” on your mind? Just being? I know very few people who gift themselves with such time. Even when they lay down at night, their brains jet about the day they just lived and what tomorrow holds before them. Why do we do this? Why is it so hard for the human being to just sit and allow the pureness of the moment to be present and still? What might float up from within, versus bombardment down from the brain?
Growing up, I was blessed with 100,000 acres of nature for my playground. I would go out the door of my home and walk to my favorite papa Red Pine tree. It sat upon the edge of a steep bank gazing down upon the gently flowing river below. I would rest my back against this grand tree, allowing its familiar feel to quiet my mind, its rich scent to comfort me as it blended with the organic earth. I could sit there for hours. At first my mind would download whatever was occupying my present life, I might be processing school, friends, family, latest interaction with my mom and siblings. However, as I sat there cradled in the nonjudgmental majesty of nature, my mind would quiet. I could hear my heart beat in my ears, the pulse in my brain. Then all would empty within me, I would sink into the vast swirling stillness. It was like putting a soothing balm upon my very soul. Nothing mattered, but the NOW moment. This is the divine grace of stillness.
It is magical and miraculous, for it is an accumulation of all that was and all that shall be, yet none of it really matters. If we breathe it in, embrace it, and welcome its pure truth, the gracious revealing is that ALL is perfect and good right here, right now. It is as though time suspends itself. If you close your eyes, it can feel like floating through space, soaring like an eagle across the great vapors of air, no bottom, no top. The grace of freedom on the wings of our own stillness.
This healing gift is available to us all. It requires us to turn off the outside stimuli, sit quietly and allow the stillness to rise like tide in the space. It will envelope you with its invitation to just be. It has been my experience that many people panic in this moment, they can’t sit still with themselves, it is almost frightening. They do not want to be with their own being-ness, they do not know how. I find this quite sad. In a world of massive chaos and stress, sitting in the quiet stillness offers a coming home unto the self in peaceful celebration. Once you practice it, you will grow to crave it. It will recharge and center you, putting an equilibrium back into your busy life.
It is fun to play with the diverse layers of stillness, what does it feel like in rural spaces, the center of the urban arena, outside, inside, different towns and countries? Stillness has a textural quality, a tone, a pitch, a vibration and depth. I personally believe most people view stillness as “nothing”, that “no-thing” is going on. I challenge you, sit for a period in quiet stillness. Really try it for a week or two. If you truly experience it as “no-thing”, I invite you to write me. Share on this blog page that I am crazy. Or if you begin to play in the layered diverse grace of quiet stillness, I would love to hear what unfolds for you.
May the upcoming weekend offer you moments of stillness. May you sink into them with joy and gratitude, letting them embrace you with their loving balm. I look forward to chatting with you Monday morning! Remember to A.C.T. (always choose truth) with kindness for yourself and others….