As I run here and there, knowing that the next five weeks are going to be busy with the Christmas and New Years’ holidays, I pause to take notice of the things that make life in Sonoma, beautiful and this time of year, joyful.
It’s the little things: the hot cup of coffee (freshly dripped) that I bought this morning from Sonoma’s Best, a local market around the corner from my home.
It’s my two cats, Martha and Sosa, sleeping together in the cold night air in their bed;
It’s the Mum flowers on my coffee table, the angel on the mantlepiece, the pumpkin spice candles all in a row, with every little thing in its loving place.
I immerse myself in the little things these days, to hear, smell, touch, feel it all. I am alive and grounded in what my close friend calls, ‘Peaceful Essence,’ the place where I appreciate all that I have.
I rest on Mother Teresa‘s wings and words today,“There are no great things, only small things with great love.”
It’s pitch dark, 4 a.m. and I can not sleep. The silence is rich, rare, treasured. I love its sound, slowly awakening my heart. I call silence, The Hidden Music, a song I have loved from the time I was a child, marveling at Mother Nature’s wonders around and about me.
I listen to the sound of silence. These words come as an inner cry to the world outside.
searching, wanting, controlling, needing, doubting, praying, dreaming, desiring, manipulating, forcing, grasping, fearing, using, wasting, lying, seeking, moving, believing, holding, imagining, and thinking. Whatever is left, when you stop, is who you are. It is silence, pure, real, unnamed, gentle, loving, and filled with serenity. In this and from this is joy and freedom.*
In silence, I hear the truth, the workings of the heart, the beating of this mysterious world we live. I fall in love once more with life, its joys, and hold in a silent container, its sufferings.
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.
Why are you so afraid of silence,
silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void
a hundred voices will thunder messages
you long to hear
–Rumi “Hidden Music”
Hidden Music plays when one’s presence is honored, when nature is cherished and suffering is held with love and understanding. Where each one of us has their song to sing.
“There are no ordinary moments.” I read these words on Elena Abrams’ blog, a photographer, mother and artist who captures the moments of this one precious life through digital images.
I was inspired by this quote and never before have these words rung more true for me. I spent the first 35 years of my life rushing through most of life’s moments, days, years running away from the here and now (Pisces have escape tendencies!) until I became a stay at home mom. Time stood still and shifted into a natural rhythm of purpose and presence. Motherhood stilled my heart. Nothing was the same for me, nor felt more right. Nothing held the same level of importance than the raising of two promising and beautiful human beings. I was home in mind, body and spirit.
I entered a nurturing world, grounded in the day-to-day, where there are no ordinary moments. And whenever I lose sight of this fact and I know my life continues after my children, I cut basil from my garden (that reminds me of my mother and my grandmother), I take a picture of the white egret standing stoic in the wild grass, I listen intently to the barn owl hooting outside my window, I rest easy to the sound of my son’s breathing moving easily through the November night air. I read a favorite poem. I call my girlfriend. I look outside and take in the rising sun, the midnight moon, the redwood trees, the red rose. I take in the here and now and love what I have.
“Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds: All the trouble they had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.” — Edward Everett Hale