For many of us, this time of year can be wrought with worry and anxiety, and filled with expectations about the upcoming holidays; yet underneath also can be saddened by the chill in the air, the shortened daylight, and missing all those we love who are no longer with us.
Being a New Englander, I am reminded of how cold and bleak this season can become, and how much it can unsettle our souls.
So, I offer to you a poem, a meditation, to cultivate peace within you..
Keeping Quiet By: Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead in winter
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.