Resting

15 02 2012

Does our society have watchers – those who sit and wait? Do we know how to sit Shivah when that moment comes?

Do we know how to be still? Be silent?

Not ask questions. Not look at our watches. Not fidget. Not fret.

Why am I wired to sit in these quiet spaces in the waiting room of life? Not the room where feet are held to the ceiling, a wail heralding the start of the race. What is she called – the opposite of a midwife? She who can so easily walk out of a days events to sit and watch the chest slowly rise and fall?

The last foot falls in the hall-not the pitter-patter but the stilted shuffling of feet too tired to leave the ground save that final jump. Life boils down -simmers down-simples down-quiets down. No feet to the ceiling. Just a soul searching for an open window to make its final flight.

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17 02 2012
besilentbestill

I stumbled across your blog and am glad I did. Beautiful reflections. I really appreciated this latest blog about resting and had to smile when you asked the question, “do we know how to be still? Be silent?” because the blog I keep is called be silent be still (from a reflection/meditation a friend gave me once). (blog is besilentbestill.wordpress.com)

Thank you again for this blog. Look forward to reading more!

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