Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Like water.

June 21, 2019

 

Letting our mind still itself seems like a scary prospect, counter-intuitive--if we let our minds still and settle, then there would be nothing there to stop the avalanche of dread, worry, anxiety, and worst-case-scenarios to come toppling down from where we've shoved them, our backs aching from the effort. 


But that, doves, is the crux of the illness--this belief that it takes all of our brute strength to ward off the messy onslaught of our minds. And the ridiculously unfair and cruel thing about worry, about anxiety is that the more we struggle, the more it manifests. Think of it this way: a glass of water on your desk, when left alone, will not rush up and topple the glass, soaking everything in its path. Of course not--that's not the nature of water. It takes a force--the wind, the moon, the tides, gravity--to inspire movement, gentle or violent. 

We are our own act of god--we provide our own force by struggling to hold everything back. But here's the secret--if we were to walk away, truly walk away, then nothing would topple. Nothing would drown us. In fact, if we could sit in front of that precarious junk pile in perfect silence, nothing would stir and we, like water, would find stillness.

And it would finally, finally be quiet enough to rest. 

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