How jam-packed are your days?
Where is the space and stillness in your life? Where is the quiet? Where is there room to linger? To think? To be?
Is there any?
I recently read this quotation from Thomas Merton…
The rush and pressure of modern life ... is perhaps the most common form of contemporary violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone and everything is to succumb to violence.
I’m doing a daily retreat with my fellow Zen freaks and so I’ve recommitted to my long lost afternoon meditation session.
What a difference it’s making to sit still for 10 to 30 minutes every afternoon. And by afternoon, I mean anything from 2pm to 4pm to 8pm (yes… sometimes the day gets going and my “afternoon” happens at 8pm… which is the whole f*cking point of that quote up above!)
“To surrender to too many demands, to commit myself to too many projects”… that about sums who I’ve been and who I often am.
It does feel like violence to my being.
And when I interact with other people that are overcommitted and full of too many concerns, I see my reflection.
It’s right there in front me. I am them. They are me. No wonder I feel so weird around them, feel their lack of presence, and, basically, want to get away right away.
I am quite sure that is how people feel around me.
Right. Time to stop the violence towards myself and the world.