One day, I climbed Half Dome in Yosemite. It's a long, pretty hard hike uphill. And then at the end of the incline, I climbed up the rock with gloves on, or if you're a pro, you skip the cables and gloves. I got to the top and know that I felt tired. It was quiet. It made me quiet being up there. Quiet time took on new meaning and new power.
A few years later, I was in Venice Italy- built on a bunch of islands. You get around on foot or ferry or gondola. No cars, no thunder. I got in bed and that feeling came again- it's quiet. It's absolutely quiet. It wrapped me up in a most comfotable and surreal way. I slept in heaven that night.
I read my BYU-H newsletter today and learned something from Boyd K. Packer who said something to the new graduates of BYUH about inspiration, personal revelation and our survival depending on it. Only when I break through the noise around me and inside me. Those quiet times were special times. When I find them again, I'll know more what to do with them now.
"Go quietly into the world. Go quietly about your affairs, and learn that in the still, small hours of the morning the Lord will speak to you. He will never fail to answer your prayers."
P.S. The U.S. Senate blocked oil drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge today.
1 comment:
the thought of that absolute quiet is almost scary to me...what would i do with it? think??? wow. just kidding...because I can relate to what you said about the constant noise around you and inside you. there's sooo much going on and never slow down time.
And, i love that quote and will copy it for my own re-reading because it's what i need right now. Thanks Laura...my favorite world traveler, rock climbing friend................
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