Last month I moved from Los Angeles to San Francisco. It was hard to separate from my mom and sister, with whom I’ve lived intermittently over the past three years. Over the past three years I’ve come to know my mom and sister in ways that have enriched my life. I’ve been blessed by their love, generosity, and quality of their struggle to thrive in this broken world.
In 2012, I lived for three months with the Trappist monks of St. Joseph’s Abbey in Spencer, Massachusetts. In 2013, I lived for 3 months with the monks of New Camaldoli Hermitage in Big Sur. Each of these monastic communities offered space for silence, solitude, and healing stillness. Each time I returned to Los Angeles, I found I could carry this silent healing stillness within me despite my surrounding and the challenges of daily life in the city. Daily meditation and the discipline of inner silence keeps me present in healing ways towards others.
Each movement shapes the fabric of our life. How can we promote healing for others and our self in each movement? We offer healing as we become agents of kindness and compassion. It was hard to move away physically from my mom, sister, and dear friends – especially Mimzy, Carol and Iris – who still reside in Los Angeles. Yet, they’re ever with me. Through the discipline of meditation and the cultivation of inner silence we maintain a connection with all the loving persons and healing moments of our life. Through a loving inner stillness we become a healing presence throughout our journey. Let inner stillness and silence guide you. Honor all life. Honor each movement. Enjoy the journey.
anthony glenn miller
That which once seemed full,
may later empty seem,
yet still be unexhausted.
That which once seemed straight
may seem twisted when seen once more;
intelligence can seem stupid,
and eloquence seem awkward;
movement may overcome the cold,
and stillness, heat,
but stillness in movement
is the way of the Tao.
Chapter 45 – Tao Te Ching
For all our days pass away under your wrath;
our years come to an end like a sigh.
The days of our life are seventy years,
or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger?
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.
So teach us to count our days
that we may gain a wise heart.
Psalm 90: 9-12