Stillness in Time
"A day of silence can be a pilgrimage in itself", wrote Hafiz in the 1300s. Although it wasn't a day of silence, I recently experienced a stillness in time when I went to the White Rock beach just as the sun came up. Sitting on a bench, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks, wrapped in a warm sweater and sipping coffee to withstand the chilly morning, I was in my own world, oblivious to the sounds of people walking on the path behind me.
Author George Prochnik has always had a passion for silence and went on a global quest, writing about it in his book, "In Pursuit of Silence: Listening for Meaning in a Noisy World". While visiting a monastery he learned that absolute silence doesn't exist, but quiet spaces are essential. How very true.
My time at the beach was magical. I had taken the stones that complement my Stepping Stones CD so as to draw in the energy of the sea before gifting them to someone with health challenges. Afterwards, idly watching a distant lone kayaker, listening to the seagulls, answers that had eluded me vividly came to mind, and were immediately captured in writing. Nearly two hours flew by! Energized, it was time to leave my front row seat by the ocean, promising to return more frequently.
Singer songwriter, Ann Mortifee, reminds us in her song, Born to Live, that we were born to live, not just survive. If you too have unanswered questions, may you take yourself on a pilgrimage to create a quiet space and allow the answers to emerge. Or, if you would like to hear yourself think, I hope you'll call.
Until next time, I wish you beautiful spring days and rich blessings.
Rev. Dorothy Blandford, Ph.D
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Surrey, BC, V4A 6E1, Canada