As I write these words, I am half way through my solitary retreat. I have not been in complete silence. I considered it. It is not what has been called for. Each day, I've had the opportunity to share a few brief words with someone passing or with the nuns here at Nada. Yesterday, I paused for a few minutes in the garden to pick arugula and shared a few inspiring moments with Father Eric. It doesn’t make sense to follow someone else’s rules in life. I have found, through this silence and inner direction, that each soul knows what is in its highest good.
Yesterday I went to Mass for the first time and to a communal breakfast after mass. I said I wouldn’t talk too much. Naaah.. Not my reality.
I met a friend who was at the recent ISSSEEM conference and we shared a few moments together. I ran into another beautiful soul who stopped by to bring me green smoothie from the ashram. And then, breakfast. The conversation turned to work, radio interviews and those who’ve inspired me. I was inclined, from within, to converse and to share. We were 6 at the table. It was a lovely breakfast and we each came away having been enriched. I am so grateful that I was able to share. There is great joy in giving and receiving.
I am now back in solitude and will be for 3 full days. Maybe another beautiful Buck will cross my path and I’ll rejoice out loud with an,” Oh my goodness,” or maybe I will offer to assist someone carrying food back to their hermitage. I am open to the possibilities as they unfold.
I will bear witness to each situation and be free to enter into exchange -- or not -- however the moment moves this being ... to be.
What I have learned in the past 24 hours:
Refrigerators can be very loud in the silence.
Letter writing is cathartic for the soul.
We can be asleep when awake – and awake when asleep.
Fresh picked chamomile smells like buttery honey.
Mothers’ bring magic to the family system.
Big powerful desert storms -- resolve with a rainbow.
Getting sand in your socks means you’ve walked a new path.
Listen to your heart before setting out on any new journey.
Yesterday I went to Mass for the first time and to a communal breakfast after mass. I said I wouldn’t talk too much. Naaah.. Not my reality.
I met a friend who was at the recent ISSSEEM conference and we shared a few moments together. I ran into another beautiful soul who stopped by to bring me green smoothie from the ashram. And then, breakfast. The conversation turned to work, radio interviews and those who’ve inspired me. I was inclined, from within, to converse and to share. We were 6 at the table. It was a lovely breakfast and we each came away having been enriched. I am so grateful that I was able to share. There is great joy in giving and receiving.
I am now back in solitude and will be for 3 full days. Maybe another beautiful Buck will cross my path and I’ll rejoice out loud with an,” Oh my goodness,” or maybe I will offer to assist someone carrying food back to their hermitage. I am open to the possibilities as they unfold.
I will bear witness to each situation and be free to enter into exchange -- or not -- however the moment moves this being ... to be.
What I have learned in the past 24 hours:
Refrigerators can be very loud in the silence.
Letter writing is cathartic for the soul.
We can be asleep when awake – and awake when asleep.
Fresh picked chamomile smells like buttery honey.
Mothers’ bring magic to the family system.
Big powerful desert storms -- resolve with a rainbow.
Getting sand in your socks means you’ve walked a new path.
Listen to your heart before setting out on any new journey.
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