Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 One of my favorite past times is escaping the world of human speech and being totally present with nature...but words are needed to describe some of the experiences! This one came to me today from the world of Thomas Merton. I thought it a lovely thing to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy! The Merton Reflection I came up here [to his hermitage] from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 Dearest Dhyana - Thank you for sharing that, it was inspiring. It tends to rain lots here in Germany, specially in the coming months. This would be something really nice to read just before meditating outside while its raining. I think I'll do that! All my Love, Becky novalees <Novalees wrote: One of my favorite past times is escaping the world of human speech and being totally present with nature...but words are needed to describe some of the experiences! This one came to me today from the world of Thomas Merton. I thought it a lovely thing to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy! The Merton Reflection I came up here [to his hermitage] from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen. Becky Boardwalk for $500? In 2007? Ha! Play Monopoly Here and Now (it's updated for today's economy) at Games. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 Just wonderful, Dhyana! I love to listen to the rain, too! Blessings & love, Claudia novalees <Novalees wrote: One of my favorite past times is escaping the world of human speech and being totally present with nature...but words are needed to describe some of the experiences! This one came to me today from the world of Thomas Merton. I thought it a lovely thing to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy! The Merton Reflection I came up here [to his hermitage] from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen. oneSearch: Finally, mobile search that gives answers, not web links. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 Having grown up in TN, I know the sound of rain in the woods when no other soul is around...ah, you make me home sick, even though I divorced myself from the South long ago. (Had I known people like Kat, Linda, Claudia back then I might have stayed! But then I wouldn't have this life right now...hmmmm). Living in the desert SW, rain is a special blessing and rare treat. Thank you for giving me that mental image/sound/smell/etc. Love, Valarie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 Ooh, that was nice... thanks dhyana! love & light ~Jen~ , " novalees " <Novalees wrote: > > One of my favorite past times is escaping the world of human speech > and being totally present with nature...but words are needed to > describe some of the experiences! This one came to me today from the > world of Thomas Merton. I thought it a lovely thing to share with all > of you. Hope you enjoy! > > The Merton Reflection > > I came up here [to his hermitage] from the monastery last night, > sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on > the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to > the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night > became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its > enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of > silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling > nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, > soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with > water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! > What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, > cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent > speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain > makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses > everywhere in the hollows! > Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will > talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to > listen. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2007 Report Share Posted October 8, 2007 Dhyana, thank you for this! It has been raining here quite a bit and I love to listen to it as it hits the roof and runs off to the ground! I believe the next time it rains I will purposely meditate while listening to the rain to see what it has to say! Once again thank you! Love, Katherine novalees <Novalees Monday, October 8, 2007 11:45:27 AM Sharing A Moment One of my favorite past times is escaping the world of human speech and being totally present with nature...but words are needed to describe some of the experiences! This one came to me today from the world of Thomas Merton. I thought it a lovely thing to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy! The Merton Reflection I came up here [to his hermitage] from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen. ______________________________\ ____ Tonight's top picks. What will you watch tonight? Preview the hottest shows on TV. http://tv./ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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