The simplicity of resting—
there is much profoundness in that.
Resting places for the soul come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. We all have them: places where we go to care for our inner being. We are often alone in such a place. Solitude seems to encourage such interior gardening. It doesn’t seem to matter if the place is next to a building or outside alongside a lake, under the canopy of the stars. Some are formal, some informal. They can be full of sensory delight or stripped of all sound and sight.
What matters most is what happens there or perhaps more importantly, what does not happen there. In such places our souls are watered like thirsty gardens on a summer day. We cease striving and begin anew to bask and luxuriate like a cat sleeping in the sun. We stop and listen like a robin on a dew drenched lawn in early spring. Once you’ve traveled to such a soul place to drink water from that well of life, you want to return again and again. It is easy to forget to take time to get away, yet you find your imagination sneaking off on a daydream holiday to such a place while surrounded by the mundane tasks of daily living.
For example, try sitting on a Southern porch. Most homes in other parts of the country only hint at the idea. Call it the stoop, the front steps, or the entryway, but don’t call it a porch until you’ve spent time down South. Southerners believe in the genteel architecture of the porch. Their homes are built around this institution. The Southern porch is more than just the outer part of a building attached to the front or back of a person’s home and it’s also a whole lot more than merely a place to wipe your feet and shake hands. That concept belongs to busy, city dwelling Northerners.
The Southern porch is people, family and friends gathered round to enjoy lazy summer nights, listening to music and just letting the evening slide by. With sweetened ice tea in hand, ice cubes clinking in the quiet evening, we sit there on the porch, listening to crickets and cicadas, take in a thunder and lightning show if one happens along, and soak in the cooling grace of the evening.
After six years of life in the South, we returned to the
A little rain seldom dampens the spirit of someone born and bred in the
I suppose every culture and region has such a place, a place outdoors to go and do nothing. Balconies, park benches, lanais, gazebos, patios, verandas. They all came from that same place within the human spirit, the place of doing nothing, the place of the soul, the place of grace.
(1) Khandro Rinpoche, as quoted in Joyce Rupp, Walk in a Relaxed Manner: Life Lessons from the Camino (
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