It was so still the other morning that when I stood on the bluff at Grant Park and gazed downward past the beach and into the blue waters stretching to the horizon, I could see to the bottom of the lake for quite a distance. Patterns of darkness and light.
How much like ourselves. We contain our own dark and weedy patches, as well as sandy patches that reflect the light and are a pleasure to walk through. But it takes solitude and inner stillness to see them well, and to recognize that there is beauty in the inner patterns of our lives.
Inner truth fits in the gold portion of the singing wilderness spiritual map, but this post also highlights the necessity of silence and solitude, key conditions for nurturing the values in the teal portion of the map.