Recently, I spent a couple of days at The Quiet Place, NC. The first afternoon I was there, I experienced, then wrote, what is below:
As I sat on the rock, overlooking the waterfall, I felt like I could finally breathe. I felt that driving here. Like I could breathe again. Each time I rounded a curve and the view opened up to fall colors on the mountains, I felt more and more like I could breathe again.
So I sat on the rock and breathed.
In – lifting my face to the sky, back arching, arms lifted.
Out – sinking into the rock, shoulders releasing, falling lower each time.
In. Out. Slow. Intentional.
In. Out. Feeling the air in my lungs. I could breathe again. As I could feel the breath in my lungs, I could feel the tears want to fall.
In. Out. But the tears wouldn’t release.
In. Out. Maybe now.
In. Out. Slowly a few tears come. I could feel a sob welling up.
In. Out. Breathe. I have breath. But the tears won’t release.
So, I open my eyes and look up. All around me, leaves were falling from the trees. It was as if God was reminding me that all of creation weeps for God’s children. I couldn’t help but laugh.
The trees were letting go of what was. What has been. They let go to prepare for a season of rest. They don’t try to keep holding on. They just let go. Soon, they will rest and prepare for the new beauty that is to come.
But first they let go.
As tears slowly trickled down my cheeks, I remembered the words sweet Cecilia told me, the words that came for me that morning.
Patience is a gift of peace. It takes wisdom to see the value of patience, but for those, who practice patience, there is peace within.from The Quiet Place NC, Daily Message for October 12, 2020