The secret to being still

From the time we come out of the womb almost, we’re taught to work really hard to get ahead. To strive for the goal line – at whatever cost. “There is gold in them there hills.” And we work at the speed of light throughout our lifetime to achieve that which we have believed to be the ultimate goal.

But something happens if we continue to run full speed ahead without taking the time to stop and reflect along the way. To do a little self-reflection, meditation, or to connect with God. We may not only lose our loved ones along the way, take a detour down a long dark lonely road, but we may lose a piece of ourselves and most importantly – wind up in a chaotic whirlwind where we don’t know which way is up!

Yesterday I came across a great blog that reminded me of the importance of sitting in silence. You can find it here.

The Hardest Lesson

Why is it that one of the hardest things for us to do is to sit in silence? Perhaps we’re afraid.

It’s so important to make time to sit, listen, reflect on what’s going on inside of us because of the noise around us. In fact, it’s imperative that we make a change. That we cut out some time in our daily lives to be still.

We’re so conditioned to “do” and to “be” so we think that inactivity means no progress. When in all actuality – we are ever progressing even though we may not see it at the moment. Times of reflection, meditation and prayer are all a part of great spiritual activity.

Awhile back, I remember going to pick up a prescription for Nick. He had come down with bronchitis. This was after he had been laid off and our insurance was no longer in affect so needless to say, I was a little nervous on the way to the pharmacy. When the cashier told me that it was going to be $170.00 for 7 pills I almost went into cardiac arrest but instead (and because there seems to be no filter on this mouth) I said to her Wow! I would stand to gain more with the life insurance money if I just let him die!” To which she looked at me in total amazement as I walked away.

I was stewing inside – mad as a wet hornet! I will never forget the drive home. I heard that little voice inside say “Look down on the seat” and I looked down to read on the prescription bag the word “still” in HUGE letters and I heard “Be still – and know.” I was reminded to quiet myself and trust – in spite of what I was experiencing at the moment it was all going to be okay. That this too, shall pass.

Most days I try to get up earlier than the rest of the crew (Nick and the dogs) to ensure I have my quiet time to read, reflect, and meditate. To regroup from the chaos of the previous day. And to gain a different perspective – a bigger picture mindset, if you will. I find it keeps me focused, at peace, and on track. And that’s important in this loud and busy world in which we live.

Photo Credit: Nicolas Valentin – Flickr

About Sue Salach

Sue has a Master's degree in Gerontology and has worked with the elderly and their families for over 30 years and is the Author of "Along Comes Grandpa", a caregiving resource guide, and the novel "If I Walked in Her Shoes". As an ElderCare Expert and Keynote Speaker, Sue employs her comprehensive experience and passion, to educate and promote self-care values to family caregivers and the community at large.
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3 Responses to The secret to being still

  1. caregiver4me says:

    At the risk of coming off as “salsey’, here is a device I really like that does a great job (for me) in meditation and deep breathing….


  2. caregiver4me says:

    For some reason, this made me think of the old Mexican parable…

    The Parable of the Mexican Fisherman

    A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. “Not very long,” answered the Mexican. “But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American. The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?” “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs … I have a full life.” The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat. “And after that?” asked the Mexican. With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.” “How long would that take?” asked the Mexican. “Twenty, perhaps 25 years,” replied the American. “And after that?” the Mexican asked. “Afterwards? That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!” “Millions? Really? And after that?” “After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

    ***Know where you’re going in life … you may already be there.


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