A moment of quiet

I was on an 8 day individually guided retreat at the beginning of the month. One of the things which emerged from the time was a desire to beginning my evening in a moment of stillness.

I work quite far from home and I appreciate the mental separation from work which my commute affords, but it means I am often tired and a bit frazzled when I get home. It is all too easy to collapse into meaningless ways of filling my evening. But I have found that just pausing for 15-20 minutes when I get home is gently restorative.

It’s mid-summer here, so I open the door to my balcony and sit in the fresh air quite literally watching the world go by. I listen to the gentle hum of the traffic. I watch the birds and the clouds. I feel the gentle breeze on my body.

It isn’t a time of formal prayer, it is just a time of being present. Not in any forced kind of way, I’ll usually sip a glass of iced tea or wine. I don’t manage it every day, and I’m not particularly concerned about that. Each day I am able to do it I am grateful.

Somehow it is true balm for my soul.

3 thoughts on “A moment of quiet

  1. I think we put too much emphasis on formal prayer. Being present is another form of prayer. In 1 Thessalonians 5.17 we are told to “pray without ceasing” – and that is what you are doing as you gather yourself and are present to God’s world around you. You are renewing your spirit! Glad you had the opportunity to be on retreat.

  2. Ah, Mags, great post! There is wisdom in the creation and occupation of time-buffers, certainly. I’m always working on creating these spaces; I’m not very good at it, but I keep at it. I’d love to quietly sit out there with you for sundowners sometime – feeling that air, those smells and sounds and sights, and unloosing myself from the day. It warmed me cockles remembering it this morning on my way to work, my fingers throbbing with cold, my face frozen. Cheers!

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