Saturday, February 4, 2012

Solitude

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
which
makes whole.
                                                 Alan P. Tory


I move around the house, breathing air rich with potential. My thoughts slow, not in lassitude, but with quiet peace that opens me to the broad expanse of today. I look around, see sunlight painting patterns on the fir flooring, Milo basking on the hearth, the meandering stream sparkling through the woods. Birds sing from time to time, but not often; I hear the near stillness of a winter day.

Time alone, solitude-- words of invitation to step out and in. Out of the bustle and pressure of rushing toward the future, into the richness of the present moment. My tattered soul longs for, yet resists the quiet invitation, clinging anxiously to the demands of the urgent, even while reaching for the Now.

The present gently envelops me; my eyes open to the small and the large that I’ve been missing in the rush. Fingers relax, breathing slows and deepens, colors catch and hold my eye, smiles dance across my face…

This hour passes timelessly, I in concert with it. Afterward, my soul once again whole, I look to the future, now filled with peace and joy. 

Morning Sparkle

2 comments:

Sarah Wilson - My Smart Puppy said...

Your words on quietness and nature are always powerful and, in today's world more than ever, needed like soil needs rain. Thank you for sharing.

Susan said...

Beautiful Melissa. You are not only an artist on paper with color, but also with your words. xo Miss you! Dog is doing so much better. We are no experts and wish we could be closer for some time with you though. Maybe I need to try camomile tea instead of a bark collar? :) :)

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