As I have mentioned innumerable times on this blog, New York City holds a special place in my heart. It is exciting. It is energizing. It is inspiring. It is also LOUD! And despite being someone who prefers to operate calmly and quietly, the volume has always been something I love about the City.
At the end of last week, after five beautiful days spent cheering along with raucous crowds during down-to-the-wire basketball games; careening in cabs down chaotic, traffic-filled avenues; and fighting our way through the crush of rush hour sidewalks, the rhythms of the New York had elevated our pulses. It wasn't until the train pulled out of the station and calm settled into the cafe car that I was startled by the sound I didn't know I was missing: silence.
While the babe and her father were immersed in a game and my fellow passengers were working, eating, and reading at their tables, I noted the contrast from the soundtrack of the past few days and recognized how much I had longed for this moment of peace. Little by little, I tuned into subtle noises. I allowed my mind to wander. I gave myself permission to feel, and what I felt was tired. So I simply sat. Still.
Sometimes we are drawn to meditation in the hope of inspiration. We are hungry for a revelation. We crave guidance. But often, all we require are a few minutes of uninterrupted peace in which we can recognize what we truly need, which may be nothing more than sitting. Still. In silence.