Sometimes an old song can suddenly mean more ... i hear David Sylvian singing 'Quiet Life'. What was a good song, now has a new meaning. I listen as if for the first time and smile.
All Saints.
All Souls.
There really is a lot of noise around me. I've ventured into quietness with meditation and it's more difficult than Noise, me thinks. In the absence of distraction, the mind turns upon itself. There are whispers, both familiar and dreaded. It is a desert journey from whence one does not come out unscathed. Yet, there is peace and wonder, beauty and such an awesome stillness. Once back in the Noise, one yearns to be there in a quiet life with God once again.
From a quiet life, a person might emerge transformed. Get behind me Satan. Fear left behind. Doubt conquered, at least for a little while. How to be quiet at all times, even in the pace of our demanding lives? To see now in all moments. To be silence, smothering the noise of one's own manic Self. Embracing, trusting, blessing, being truly present for all those whom we meet with the ease of a southern breeze. Worth the effort, me thinks.
Blessed are the saints, men and women who are our teachers, our role-models, our confessors and our heros in faith.
Oremus:
I'd like to offer a prayer for a depressed woman who tried to take her life today. The mental disease made this life not worth living. May God come to her. May her care-givers act in His name, hating the disease, showing compassion and understanding for a sister, mother, neighbour and friend. Amen.
Deo gratias.
All Saints.
All Souls.
There really is a lot of noise around me. I've ventured into quietness with meditation and it's more difficult than Noise, me thinks. In the absence of distraction, the mind turns upon itself. There are whispers, both familiar and dreaded. It is a desert journey from whence one does not come out unscathed. Yet, there is peace and wonder, beauty and such an awesome stillness. Once back in the Noise, one yearns to be there in a quiet life with God once again.
From a quiet life, a person might emerge transformed. Get behind me Satan. Fear left behind. Doubt conquered, at least for a little while. How to be quiet at all times, even in the pace of our demanding lives? To see now in all moments. To be silence, smothering the noise of one's own manic Self. Embracing, trusting, blessing, being truly present for all those whom we meet with the ease of a southern breeze. Worth the effort, me thinks.
Blessed are the saints, men and women who are our teachers, our role-models, our confessors and our heros in faith.
Oremus:
I'd like to offer a prayer for a depressed woman who tried to take her life today. The mental disease made this life not worth living. May God come to her. May her care-givers act in His name, hating the disease, showing compassion and understanding for a sister, mother, neighbour and friend. Amen.
Deo gratias.
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