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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.

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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

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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

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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.

>

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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