Quietly
I grew up in being quiet. Often lost in my own thoughts, preferring to be in my world, my room, my books, pictures, letters.
I married an extrovert. gregarious, outgoing, tremendously loving and a "people person" person.When I would prefer to stay in, she would want to go out. When I wanted to reach in she would want to reach out.We understood each other. We always have. She reciprocated all that I wasn't, while I became the "ying of her yang"! She taught me "the one who speaks, gets his wheat sold"!
Tonight, listening to another introvert, I empathize with her words and thoughts. I agree. That is how I am made! Yet, one thought rises up above all others. The thought of "my wilderness". Tonight I am beginning to understand that my going out in the wilderness is not about being a recluse. It is about my "quiet time". My hour of conversation with "The Ruach". My time of delving deep into "The Word". A time of intimacy where my true inspiration and creativity lies.
Like the speaker in the video, my job requires a lot of public interaction and team work.Sometimes, I am also surprised that I can become comfortable in a crowd, create my own space and get my thing done.
Yet, it is the quiet times that make me strong, clear and determined. The wilderness is not such a bad place after all!!!
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because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from afar,
and my voice cannot touch you.
It seems
that your eyes had flown,
and that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled by my soul,
you emerge from such things
filled with my soul.
Butterfly of dreams,
you are like my soul
and you are like the word
melancholy.
It pleases me that you're still
and that it is like you are distant.
It is as though you are saddened,
butterfly of lullabies,
and you hear me from afar,
and my voice cannot reach you.
Let me grow still
with your silence,
and let me speak to you
with your silence;
it is clear like a light,
simple like a ring.
You are as the night,
silent and with eyes of stars.
Your silence is like a star's,
so far away and unadorned.
It pleases me your silence
because it is as though you are absent,
distant and anguished
as if you had died.
A word then,
a smile is enough.
And I am gladdened,
glad that it is not so.
(Poem 15 - Pablo Neruda)