You can listen to silence, Reuven.
I’ve begun to realize that you can
listen to silence and learn from it.
It has a quality and a dimension all its own.
It talks to me sometimes.
I feel myself alive in it.
It talks. And I can hear it.
You have to want to listen to it,
and then you can hear it.
It has a strange, beautiful texture.
It doesn’t always talk.
Sometimes – sometimes it cries,
and you can hear the pain of the world in it.
It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.
~From THE CHOSEN by Chaim Potok
Be still and listen to the rhythm of your beating heart.
Be still and feel the in and out movement of your breath.
Be still and find the peace at the center of your being.
Be still and seek the presence of your inner child.
Be still and remember childhood’s simple pleasures.
Be still and recall the unadulterated innocence of a child
Be still and let joy now bubble up from gratitude for the gift of life.
And finally in the silence of your thankfulness be still and listen so that you hear the Lord calling you by name.
Be still, and know that I am God… ~Excerpt from Psalm 46:10 ✝
If you have a trust in and an expectation of your own solitude,
everything that you need to know will be revealed to you.
Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
He(Jesus) said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a remote place and rest for a while.” ~Mark 6:31 ✝
Why does the snowflake melt?
To enliven spring flowers.
Why does summer sun blaze?
To ripen the garden.
Why does the leaf fall?
To bring forth beautiful snow…
Why do the seasons dance so?
To embrace us in the sacred circle.
Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons.
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.
Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again
. And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone
into the darker circles of return.
He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and spreads them out like a tent to live in. ~Isaiah 40:22 ✝
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