Sunday, December 16, 2012
It's easy to get lost in the noise of the modern world and caught up in the routine of surface affairs. When that happens, the deeper invisible quiet places are rarely if ever visited. And when life is just spent on the surface in its busyness/unsettledness, it's possible to become completely unaware of our loss. The night hours in the natural world becomes a perfect metaphor. Things become still. A silence settles in. Its a time of rest. Too often though, the pace of the daytime human world follows us into the night. The busy mind never finds a place to lay its head to rest. So the noise of the day even invades and overtakes the quiet of night; the kind of place where one is gifted the quiet needed to see and hear once again the echo in the soul reminding us of that which has been lost, it too is over run by the noise that slowly created the drift in our life in the first place....away from the only thing that can anchor us.