listen to silence
hear the whispers of your soul
calling you back home
At the end of a breathwork session or a sound healing I love to luxuriate in the integration period, the silence that follows the sound and the activity.
This moment is like following the wake of an ambulance, or the clearing behind a boat on the water. It’s the type of silence you might feel after houseguests leave, or after the lawnmowers and leaf blowers have all shut down for the day.
It is a silence that is more than merely an absence of sound; it is the presence of something else — something unseen and unheard but felt.
This is the moment of integration, when you efforts weave into you.
It’s a moment of transcendence, when you rise above and beyond your doing and return to your essence.
Without creating space to rest and receive, what purpose does the doing serve?
The yogis say that without savasana, the final resting pose at the end of the yoga practice, all your previous efforts are for nothing.
This is the purpose of Sabbath time after a busy week.
It is the moment when you shift focus from “how you do” to “how you be,” as my friend and breathwork guide Heather Waxman would say.
There’s a quality to this experience that is ill-suited to linear description. It’s not an experience of the cognitive mind. You can’t wrap your head around it.
It’s a state of being that comes from the heart, that emerges from a place of trust, and that you experience in your soul.
In the stillness of integration
after the cacophony of doing has faded
I luxuriate in the silence
and hear the faint whispers
of my soul.
She has been calling me home
waiting for me to arrive.