One thing I don’t do very much of these days that I used to do all the time, is practicing the art of being still. Back when I was a Christian and heavily involved in church, worship and spirituality, I spent a lot of time sitting quietly. Meditating. Talking to God. Hoping he was there.
There is less of a reason to sit still these days. Or, so it seems.
It’s true that I, no longer, have this idea of a god with whom to sit and be still. I no longer need to spend time spouting off laundry lists of requests, or endless platitudes to prove how much I love him.
But, I am learning there are still plenty of reasons to sit still. To be still and know…
To be still and know…that the building across the street from our deck is gorgeous when it is bathed in the light from the setting sun.
To be still and know…that summer came after a long, difficult, winter and the trees have blossomed into gorgeous green boughs.
To be still and know…that I am ok. I have a safe place to live, I am well fed, I have a family who loves me, I have a job that pays the basic necessities of life, that my son is healthy and happy, and that I have a comfortable bed waiting for me.
Sometimes I still want to use the phrase “I am blessed”. Because I feel blessed. Not in a spiritual way, or as though these are gifts from God. But, my life is a privilege compared to what many others have to face and I don’t take that knowledge for granted.
I need to sit still and think about these things. To think about all the incredible things I have. The places I’ve been, the people I’ve known and the things I’ve done.
Sitting still and reflecting on these things puts my current circumstances into perspective.
I have been blessed.
I am blessed.
Even if it’s just blessed by chance, or circumstances, or biology.
I want to write more. But, it’s nearly impossible to write when I fill all of my time with sound, with screens, with social media and all the noises of the day.
I wanted to challenge myself for 6 weeks to write every day. I am learning that this will be impossible if I am constantly moving and filling my mind with stimuli.
And so, I sit.
I forgot how beautiful this world could be.
Bronwen Lee said:
“back when I was a Christian”. Forgive me if you already have a post about this, but I had a hard time reading the rest of your post. I kept thinking, why was her Christianity “back when”. If you don’t have that post, that would be something I’d like to read.
Heather Irwin said:
Good question. I’m not sure I’ve really written much about it. That is a long journey that I’m planning on writing out, but find it can be very exhausting and I want to be sure it’s handled delicately as I don’t wish to hurt or offend anyone. But, like I said, it’s a great question that I fully intended to explore more.
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