As I considered how to approach my day of well keeping, I knew that I would spend part of the day in silence--without speaking--and outdoors, in the early chill of the New England autumn. It was easy to be present in wonder and gratitude as I noticed immediately the quality of the light shining through the turning leaves. It was easy to love the beauty of the natural world. Then I began to notice my inner commentary, and I remembered that silence is not just not speaking, but also inner silence--the suspending of inner commentary; not so easy. Even the internal voice telling me how beautiful the red maple leaves were was commentary. I began to rest in being present, aware, tending the deep well within, attending to the subtle impulses that were not commentary, but aspects of the inner well, the nothing that was yet something.
What a day.…
The nothing that was yet something. Indeed the deep well 🙏