“Those who cannot sit in silence have dragons they are wrestling with.” -My Dad
When I was growing up my Dad and I spent a massive amount of time in the woods. As a kid it was torture. With bread bags on my feet between two-three pairs of socks we would hike, ski, and log firewood. I didn’t understand then how it was that he was so happy out there. Thile smile on his face as we pushed through pristine backcountry snow on cross country skis was almost perverse in my mind. Was he enjoying torturing me? As I grew older and wrestled my own dragons I began to realize the wisdom in his words.
I was in a Vetoga class recently that had a dedicated nidra meditation. For those unfamiliar with it; basically, it’s a super deep guided meditation. I went to this place in the mountains in my meditation not because I was purposefully going there, but because this was a place and time in those mountains where there was some healing that I had to do. It happens like that when you meditate whether it be in yoga, running, or hiking. You go to where the healing must happen. Sometimes it sneaks up on you and sometimes it rolls through like a military jet flying low to the ground.
Last weekend before ECSUT #TeamCaboose, Batman and I went out to the Uintas. We hiked up to Trial Lake. The first real snow of the season had hit the ground. If you’ve never been in a National Forest it’s quiet. If you’ve never experienced snow it muffles all of the sounds. Combine being in a National Forest and snow the silence is absolutely deafening. It is the most quiet that you may ever experience in your entire lifetime. If you aren’t comfortable in the silence it can be unsettling.
Now, however, I welcome the silence. It’s like a warm pair of jammies straight from the dryer. I call that progress.