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Saturday, April 5, 2014
CALMING our racing heartbeats is the soft and golden sound of silence.
Yes! The “solotude” of quiet moment eases my mind, comforts my frenzied thoughts and hugs my inner child. Seeing the crisp, orange and lilac sunrise, I yearn to feel the solace, solitude and serenity of an April day winding its way to stillness.
Tapping on the wellspring of quietude, I discover a reflective state of the mind, an energizer to the heart and an uplifting toner to the spirit. Allowing the sedate flow of happiness to pour into our spirits, we touch the keystone of peace.
Thereafter, I reminisce about the late Thomas Merton who brought peace to persons from his quiet place of meditation in the wooded hills of Kentucky. Pondering on the gift of silence, he leaves us with his astute perceptions.
Resounding the code of silence, he inspires with this uplifting message:
“Solitude is not withdrawal from ordinary life. On the contrary, solitude is the very ground of that life; simple, unpretentious fully human activity by which we earn our daily living and share our experiences with a few intimate friends…
“Solitude is not found so much by looking outside the boundaries of your dwelling, as by staying within. It is not something you must hope for in the future. Rather it is a deepening of the present, and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it."
How delightful are his gift of words on the art of being alone.
You may wonder - who was Thomas Merton?
Looking for an answer to this query, I found these research notes about him.
“Thomas Merton was born in January, 1915 in Prades at the foothill of the French Pyrenees in a room which proffered the majestic view of these mountains. His parents were artists. However, when he was six-years-old, his mother died of cancer. He adjusted to his life with his father and one brother.
On December 10, 1941, at the age of twenty-six, Thomas Merton knocked on the gates of the Trappist abbey of Getsemani in Kentucky. He asked that he be accepted. He had come home. He became a monk and never left this earthly source of happiness.
His writings, poems and journals opened the way for the world to silently join in his journey and inspire ordinary lay persons like myself to honor the sacredness of silence.
“Unluckily, he died on December 10, 1968. He was accidentally electrocuted while taking a shower in Bangkok, Thailand after giving a talk to fellow priests and nuns in the East.”
Yes! Even today in this 21st century, the message of Father Merton is appreciated by many ‘soloists’ like myself who yearn for nobility, gentleness and hopefulness.
Blessings to all of you, dear readers on this magnanimous month of April where the golden sun spreads its quietude throughout the yellow blossoms of the caballero (fire) trees in our Kapampangan heartland.
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Published in the Sun.Star Pampanga newspaper on April 06, 2014.