Someone coughs and there are noises that let me know there has been a shift. Two hours will define this session except for me – 90 minutes because I have been given this opportunity if I will do the cooking. We have arrived hungry – for silence.
No bunnies, chocolate or bonnets to occupy our moments. We hunt within for treats and treasure.
No blood upon the door, lamb, or unleavened to consume our thoughts. It is our own passage.
I scan the room from my perch in an armed canvas chair, as I have never been able to kneel with bottom to heel or sit cross legged. I have done stretching to release the joints and lubricate the dedication.
My eyes wander the room. I see the riverlets of rain wash down the windows and feel the energy of the trees whoosh and sway in the wind.
I have prepared the repast the day before, so I will not be hindered by responsibility. I have phoned and texted each child to give them fair warning.
Cleansing deep breath and the hail pounds down in bouncing drums of noise, noise and more noise. One slip of laughter and we begin again – cleansing breath….let the hail be uncontrolled.
With my breath, I explore the tension in my forehead and eyes, shoulders and arms – riverlets of breath move and carry away. I am being carried away by this breath; no I am mistaken, the tension and pain are being carried away and the focus is simplifying to just being.
I need no clock and rise in time to defrost the freezer and shut off the motors whacky pops and pings. I pour the hot water on the leaves and inhale the first tea release; greeting each with a warm cup as they arise.
Folks are wanting to talk and “tell it like it is!”; there is tension in the room, until it is figured out the journals purpose.
I continue the mediation by making each bowl gently design the focus and my hands just move in habits. Simple Pleasure – Beautiful Taste.
Though the wind is relentlessly attacking the night, I feel secure and warm – comforted. If this is my last moment, it is a good one. I visualize the wind pouring through me, eroding the wall of fear which blocks the healing.
Deep and cleansing breath, I believe that no one else is here. Fiona’s blue light feels my thoughts and I hear her words that this is old pain wrangling its way in – let it go. Jenny Mannion‘s words of too much worry and needing to let the impish inner free. Davina’s Symbolic Modelling indicating I am 75% over the mountain. I am flooded with peace – quiet.
Mind is quiet. Body is relaxed. Silence is mine.
I am not pushing – flowing.
I scour the kitchen and put everything back in order. No more food for me, as lab tests are tomorrow. The outcome will not provide me worry. My goal is getting the Touch I need, the insurance to pay for the therapeutic massages; to continue on with my healing work.
Anyone offered you a silent weekend? Would you go? How do you discover the peace/silence within yourself? Is silence a part of your healing work?
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