It has been a few weeks of silence here at ClimbingSky. My writing energies, such as they are, have been otherwise engaged.
I write primarily in the mornings. In the two hours I have between getting up and having to go to work. The coming cold has made getting up in the mornings more difficult, cutting two hours to something closer to one-and-half, and even one sometimes.
I need to write from silence. The kind of silence that comes best in the mornings before I have heard the voice of others. And so began my habit long ago of getting up early, making coffee, and sitting down to write, to read, and to listen.
A couple of weeks ago, I went on a silent retreat to a Franciscan retreat center. Reminding me yet again that the silence of the poet and the mystic are the same, for both are prayer.
My work-a-day world wears on me sometimes. It is something that easily make me feel far removed from my “true self” (Merton). My listening mornings help to ground and center me.
I appreciate those of you who take the time to occasionally stop by here. I wish for you peace and plenty of listening time in your lives.