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Hear the Snowflake in the Silence

May you grow still enough to hear the stir of a single snowflake in the air, so that your inner silence may turn into hushed expectation.

– David Steindl-Rast

How Does Silence Play a Part in Your Life?

The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.

– Mother Teresa

The coastal redwoods have been growing in silence for over 2,000 years

The coastal redwoods have been growing in silence for over 2,000 years

Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
– Ansel Adams

Sometimes silence is the only response to beauty

Sometimes silence is the only response to beauty


Culturing Your Garden

Silence is the garden of meditation.

– Ali, Maxims of Ali

From the Garden

From the Garden

Now I Become Myself

rafter7_applesToday’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by May Sarton.

Now I Become Myself

Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before—“
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted so by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I love
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!

Source: “Now I Become Myself” from Collected Poems 1930-1993, by May
Sarton. New York: Norton, 1993.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas

When peaceful silence lay over all, and the night had run half of her swift course, your all-powerful word, O Lord, leaped down from heaven, from the royal throne.

– Prayer on Second Sunday after Christmas, Roman Rite

Silent moon

Silent moon

What is Prayer?

According to Richard Rohr,

Prayer is sitting in the silence until it silences us, choosing gratitude until we are grateful, praising God  until we ourselves are a constant act of praise.
– From Radical Grace: Daily Meditations

In other words, we become what we do.

How, then, shall we live?