It was a bit of a shock when I realised that I have not written a post on this blog for the whole of the month of August. I think it’s the first time I have been “silent” online for a whole month! (In fact I have probably been writing more than usual during August, but just not here.)
Sometimes it looks as though nothing is happening, because nothing is being said, or done. The stillness and silence of contemplative practice can be hard, simply because it is about stopping, and ceasing the noise and the doing.A friend send me a link to a poem “Keeping quiet” by Pablo Neruda which contains these lines.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Like the photo I took in the Quaker meeting house where many of my ancestors worshiped in silence, it is a reminder for me that it is when we stop, do “nothing” and keep silence, that we truly find the source of our life.
But it’s not easy!