Trying Some Silence
Today I’m reminded of the many cats we had. Tiger, Ripley, Melvin, Lavender and Blanche. Oh, yeah and cats my parents had: Katie and Remmy.
Cats are fascinating beings in many ways, but particularly when they are ill or injured. House cats tend to find a warm, secluded place to rest quietly and sleep, presumably to summon all their energies to address the problem and wait patiently for you to do something for them. They remain quiet.
So that’s what I’m thinking might be a good approach right now. Just for a little while.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a little injured, supremely anxious, apprehensive and rather cooked. It’s been a long, distressing haul for a lot of people, filled with a lot of hard work, and the end is not yet in sight. There may still be grotesquely gyrating ups and downs that last for a while.
So it’s not the time for me to try to explain what’s happened, or argue or discuss a lot or place blame or worry about the future or get angry. It’s a time I think that it’s best to be silent. To be quiet. To summon my personal energies to heal the hurt, mute the pain, manage the uncertainty, look to hopeful outcomes.
Meditation works for me, so that’s what I’m going to do. And when I feel comfortable and a little less injured, I think it’ll be a good time to step away from what’s happened and what may be coming up and just keep moving forward regardless.
Move forward with a specific action plan of how I’m going to work harder than ever before to change things in ways I believe in. And I won’t be quiet at all.
But first, I’m going to find a warm place and just sit quietly, with the company of my lovely wife, and get better.
