As a child I
lived in the U.K. in a town far from the sea. Yet, I could hear the sound of waves arising and subsiding inside. It was a sound both familiar and achingly
beautiful.
All those years ago, I
could never have imagined that I would one day be living in the Bahamas. It would have seemed like a fantasy. Yet here I am.
At 5.15 a.m. each morning my husband Tony I sit up in bed and enjoy a cup of coffee. We listen to the waves. It is a beautiful way to start the day.
Sometimes we hear the waves
crashing angrily against the shore. At
other times they lap gently, like a big cat licking a sweet bowl of cream.
After coffee, I go to the
meditation room. I light a candle and
incense and then sit. The sound of the waves is
louder there. The silence echoes more
deeply.
In the thick of that sound, birds circle and cry, signalling the start of the new day. My neighbor revs up his car to head to work
and twice a week, the garbage men announce their arrival with the cranking and
crashing of the bins.
All these sounds swim in
and through one another. They arise from
the same Source. They are born from silence and they dissolve back into
silence.
When we start to pay
attention, when we really listen, we
realize this. We also notice how our
thoughts and words arise from silence.
The beauty of this practice
gifts us with what Merrill-Wolf calls ‘high indifference.’ This is not disinterest. Rather it is the capacity to see, hear and perceive from the
highest perspective.
When we leave the confines of the mind we are free. We realize we are not separate. We see how intimately connected we are to all of life.
In the thick, vibrant energy of this profound realization we are home. We are what we have been searching for all along...
