Have you ever just sat and listened to the world around you? Outside my window as I write this I can hear birds chittering at one another. Something's whirring. A saw cuts in intermittently from a construction site in the distance. The heater kicks in for a second and gives a deep bass hum. And then, for a few moments, there's total silence.
We all have tried and true ways we use to connect to the deeper things in our lives and to God, methods we understand as prayer. The thing is, they don't always work. And there are days, weeks, months when we're just too busy or distracted to do what we usually do.
But sometimes when I take a few moments to listen to the sounds of the world around me, to just "be" in the moment like that, I discover that peace, that inner silence I long for is still there.
We all have tried and true ways we use to connect to the deeper things in our lives and to God, methods we understand as prayer. The thing is, they don't always work. And there are days, weeks, months when we're just too busy or distracted to do what we usually do.
But sometimes when I take a few moments to listen to the sounds of the world around me, to just "be" in the moment like that, I discover that peace, that inner silence I long for is still there.
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On this topic, you might enjoy Donald Hall (poet from NH, now 83)'s essay in this week's New Yorker on how he spends his days now looking out the window at the birds. Lovely prose and wonderful reflection on his life and again. A prayer of sorts.
Thanks so much for the suggestion, Beth. I really appreciate it!
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