Week 102 - Sitting in the Power

The Enemy of Change and the Wisdom of Silence

Sitting in silence can you hear your inner motor? I’m not talking about your heartbeat or the hum in your ears. I’m talking about the silence? What does the silence sound like?

I know my silence has changed over time.

A bouncing ball from one thought to another, reacting and refocusing over and over again. 

Other times, I have so much room, my patience is my breath as I observe and breathe.  

And beyond the red bouncing ball, the monkey mind is when I am all over the place, from one worry to the next. I cannot keep up. I sit in amazement at the distance I can think in just 15 minutes.

I just acknowledged to someone within the last few days; the most profound silence I have experienced was when I became aware of vast nothingness. That happened several years ago and I still pursue the experience again.

The human mind is very tenacious and resilient, always demonstrating its strength through its ability to hold on to control and protecting us from past pain at any cost.

As I age, I experience lack of control as my body changes and the redundancy of life plays over and over again.

And yet, the more I practice silence, the more patient I am with myself in silence.

The more I practice silence the more willing I am to listen to my quiet inside voice.

The more I practice silence the more patient I am outside myself when I listen.

Of course, the beauty of silence is born from my self-compassion. I give myself space to be me, not judging my behaviors and beliefs based on my fears.

We’re all breathing together. We are in silence together. We are being together.

When we sit in silence, we honorably bless ourselves. There is truth among us. A truth that cannot be defined by words. This truth presence is greater than we can imagine. A presence that runs our inner motors.

Our silence honors our thoughts. We deserve to be heard and our self-compassion helps us listen.

Our silence demonstrates self-care. We deserve to be loved.

Our silence demonstrates our self-worth. We deserve to be held. 

Our silence hears our story. We deserve to be believed. We deserve love.

“In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.”  Edith Wharton