Beyond the Confines
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Sometimes a person just wants to be quiet. There are tumultuous things running about in my head with hardly any order or structure so consequently it frustrates me to even think of speaking or for that matter writing about anything relevant to what is in my mind.
Writing about silence seems safe enough. I'm learning to make my mind and its thoughts stand still. For the last month or so I've been very selective about the music I listen to. Music has a great power to soothe our minds or to make our minds race. Wanting to maintain control of my mind, its thoughts and consequently the feelings my thoughts produce, I've been mostly listening to a steady stream of classical music. On the radio, 89.1 FM has been marvelous for me. On my ipod, Ludovico Einaudi. I don't know how many people know about him, but I've got to say, I've never heard more pleasant music in all my life.
Its phenomenal what the effect of quieting the mind can do for us. Focusing on what is immediately in front of myself in the present moment has helped me tremendously. Thanks to Mr. Ludovico Einaudi, I can focus and rest my senses on the beauty of music that is to my ear more beautiful than most other men-made creations.
In the moments when my mind is not so calmed, the reality is that dispite the tumult, confusion, unrest, unsettled feelings, and paralyzed action I am okay. I am in no real immediate danger or threat. In fact, in that moment, I am most threatened by my own rampant uncontrolled and destructive thoughts.
The world, Mother Earth, continues to sustain life, continues to perpetuate beauty. The seasons change, rotate through their proper cycle. With winter comes a temporary death but enables a rebirth when the world is renewed with pink blossoms, budding flowers, and green vegetation of spring. Summer is the pinnacle of growth, the reward, accompanied with adventures in the outdoor splendor and echos of laughter and shades of smiles. And oh how sacred is autumn. The slowing down and the preparing to come to a close. A remembrance of all the beauty that has come before - the remembrance itself emanating a distinct and reverent beauty.
A world exists outside the confines of our minds. Sometimes it is best to let those thoughts rest while we intake the scope of the beauty around us... even if in silence. Hoping that like osmosis, the extrinsicly good can and will permeate our bodies to dispell of anything that is not virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy.
Writing about silence seems safe enough. I'm learning to make my mind and its thoughts stand still. For the last month or so I've been very selective about the music I listen to. Music has a great power to soothe our minds or to make our minds race. Wanting to maintain control of my mind, its thoughts and consequently the feelings my thoughts produce, I've been mostly listening to a steady stream of classical music. On the radio, 89.1 FM has been marvelous for me. On my ipod, Ludovico Einaudi. I don't know how many people know about him, but I've got to say, I've never heard more pleasant music in all my life.
Its phenomenal what the effect of quieting the mind can do for us. Focusing on what is immediately in front of myself in the present moment has helped me tremendously. Thanks to Mr. Ludovico Einaudi, I can focus and rest my senses on the beauty of music that is to my ear more beautiful than most other men-made creations.
In the moments when my mind is not so calmed, the reality is that dispite the tumult, confusion, unrest, unsettled feelings, and paralyzed action I am okay. I am in no real immediate danger or threat. In fact, in that moment, I am most threatened by my own rampant uncontrolled and destructive thoughts.
The world, Mother Earth, continues to sustain life, continues to perpetuate beauty. The seasons change, rotate through their proper cycle. With winter comes a temporary death but enables a rebirth when the world is renewed with pink blossoms, budding flowers, and green vegetation of spring. Summer is the pinnacle of growth, the reward, accompanied with adventures in the outdoor splendor and echos of laughter and shades of smiles. And oh how sacred is autumn. The slowing down and the preparing to come to a close. A remembrance of all the beauty that has come before - the remembrance itself emanating a distinct and reverent beauty.
A world exists outside the confines of our minds. Sometimes it is best to let those thoughts rest while we intake the scope of the beauty around us... even if in silence. Hoping that like osmosis, the extrinsicly good can and will permeate our bodies to dispell of anything that is not virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy.
