For a while, I’ve had the feeling that something was about to pop in my life; like I was on the edge of a new discovery. Over the past few days, I’ve seen so many straws (literally) on my morning runs, that I had to look up the origin and deeper meaning of the word. One definition said, “Straw in the wind: A slight hint of something to come.” But I found that this wasn’t satisfying enough, so I kept looking up more things on-line, in my books, picking affirmation cards, to give me more of a hint….I started to feel this voice prodding me with the words, “Come on, hurry up, I need to know now! Reveal to me this great mystical wisdom so I can write about it…” All of this urgency. So important. My thoughts….and then another voice, from a deeper place said, “quiet”.
I want to take the next week to give it (whatever it is) some room to breath. I won’t be writing the blog during this time because I sense that I need to give this space. …the image that comes to mind is one of standing with a tree. Not identifying it, inspecting it for disease, wondering how old it is….just standing with it without the urge to analyze. I need to be quiet inside and out, stand still, not at alert, tense attention, but relaxed, calm, open, like I had all the time in the world. I feel I need to wait without expectation of what the form will look like. Pascal is quoted as saying, “All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.” My mind tells me that I spend plenty of time alone, that I don’t need more solitude. It sends me little warnings to get busier, more involved, more action…and I hear it, and am saying back, “shhhh…
I look forward to reconnecting with you in a while, and wonder if this “something” is also calling to you?… wonder (since we are all connected at the level of the heart) if there is something wanting to be birthed inside of you as well?..something that is ready and is only asking you to quietly open your heart and receive it.
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”Antoine de Saint-Exupéry