I was on a month-long silent retreat and struggling with the outward silence and inward cacophony. I'd longed for the silence, planned for this retreat over months, joyous to have some time away from a job that too everything. Too busy. Too difficult. Too emotional. Too much responsibility. During the second week, not understanding why t…
I was on a month-long silent retreat and struggling with the outward silence and inward cacophony. I'd longed for the silence, planned for this retreat over months, joyous to have some time away from a job that too everything. Too busy. Too difficult. Too emotional. Too much responsibility. During the second week, not understanding why the peace I so needed wasn't mine, I sat in a grove of trees and wept. I shook. Overcome, I lifted my gaze to the tree tops, wiping at the tears on my cheeks. And became utterly still because green of leaf against blue of sky.
I was on a month-long silent retreat and struggling with the outward silence and inward cacophony. I'd longed for the silence, planned for this retreat over months, joyous to have some time away from a job that too everything. Too busy. Too difficult. Too emotional. Too much responsibility. During the second week, not understanding why the peace I so needed wasn't mine, I sat in a grove of trees and wept. I shook. Overcome, I lifted my gaze to the tree tops, wiping at the tears on my cheeks. And became utterly still because green of leaf against blue of sky.