November 8, 2010

Part three of a seven-day meditation, with today’s installment brought to you by silence . . .

This morning, I don’t have much to write.  Today’s minimal words stemmed from my Thursday afternoon watching the waves and finding myself blessedly quieted.

So my recommendation and encouragement to you this day is to find yourself a moment of silence.  Park yourself in front of or take yourself on a walk through someplace outside and beautiful, and let it do the talking.  Feel free to share here how it goes for you, or perhaps play a little game of Marco Polo with this blog, just to let us know that you’re out there, in quiet solidarity.

Installment number three happens to be a poem, from me to you, with blessings from the Pacific:

Where I was by the ocean

was a

mostly

wordless place

I had no need

A hush

rolled in

with the tide

and a

foamy grandmother hand,

a thousand of them,

gathered my

words

and

worries

like wool

back into the water

I had no need

The hush

still

flushes

through

me

like cordial

like a hot drink and

I have no need

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