I’ve been thinking about something that I read on another blog recently. It was a wonderful post on how life forced the author by way of an unfortunate accident to stop and take a break. She called it an opportunity for stillness.
Taking moments to quiet down isn’t a new concept to me. Several years ago a speaker at my mom’s group introduced the idea to us. I thought that it was genius. She suggested that we begin with 15 minutes per day, find a comfortable spot, and just sit. That’s it – sit. Don’t read. Don’t knit. No music. Silence. Close your eyes and breathe.
Recently I’ve been hearing the message more often beginning with the testimonial on that blog. She had to lose her day timer, camera, get a flat tire, and eventually suffer an injury to hear the universe’s message to slow down and become still.
The irony is that I’m not a particularly rushed person. I detest being too busy, but I don’t take advantage of my quiet moments to ponder life, either. Instead I talk on the phone, read, go on the computer or watch TV. In other words, I fill my mind with noise. I don’t take the opportunity to be still. How many of us do, I wonder? It’s amazing how loud silence can be.
Many of the women in the mom’s group seemed appalled at the suggestion of taking 15 minutes to be still. Perhaps they’d feel guilty for using up valuable time to be unproductive or they just might not have seen the point. There’s too much to do and kids running around.
When I try to quiet my mind it’s difficult to not let worries cloud my thoughts. They sneak in and hang out. They intrude on my tranquility. I thank them for visiting and then ask them to leave, but they just find another way inside. Those negative thoughts are like unwelcome guests that won’t go away.
Most people seem to be reactive rather than proactive. It takes a heart attack to get them to start exercising. A leg injury to make them slow down. I get laryngitis about once a year. I think it’s a message for me to listen more. I believe that messages (big and small) like these are occurring all of the time. They pass by so quickly that we need those moments of stillness to realize their significance.