The Quiet

 I have never found a quiet, a stillness, like I experience at the Snowmass Monastery high in the Rockies.  No stream or river or leaping lack shore.  No sound even of a breeze in mid-afternoon.  The birds and ground scampering creatures are all quiet.  I think this is God’s creation that is most like God: quiet and still.  Why?  So that creatures like me can become humbly aware of the chattering mind.  Nature is inviting me to a profound stillness and silence within my deepest self.  When there or here, I am home.