The blue line indicating that my photo of Fate and the sheep in the rain was uploading moved as slow as the minute hand on a clock. It happens sometimes, the photos are reluctant to move from one place on my blog to another.
So I took the last sip from my glass of wine and opened the book on the top of the pile of books on the table next to me.
It was Thomas Merton’s “A Book of Hours” and this what what I read……
“And the deepest level of communication is not communication but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words, and it is beyond speech and it is beyond concept. Not that we discover a new unity. We discover an older unity. My dear, we are already one. Be we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity. What we have to be is what we are.”
It’s easier for me to feel that communion between myself and nature than it is between myself and people. But I try, even if it’s just by small kindnesses, listening with my heart, or being sincerely curious about the people I encounter.
Maria this quote is particularly relevant to me right now. Thank you
Ah, I’m so glad Peg, I’m sure it’s one of the reasons I opened up to it. :)
Do you ever meet people you can be with for hours without having to say a word and without the need to say anything? That would be my version of communion I think. Or like you said the sometimes fleeting moment you can have either another person
Yes, both KJ. And that silent way is so often the way animals do it, something passes between them that I don’t know about, but it’s felt.