But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
Matthew 6:6 (NIV)
My husband cannot say enough good things about the restorative power of a shower. No matter what ails you, whether physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, his first response to nearly any complaint is “take a shower.” When we first wed, I’d wander past the bathroom overhearing random snippets of one-sided conversation. I may have walked in thinking he was speaking to me. 20 years later I know better. Just yesterday, I had an epiphany (that happens a lot, lately), and shared it with him…writing is my shower.
Writing has become the way I work things through, in like manner to the way My Beloved works stuff out under a stiff spray. Sometimes my writing is not actually accomplished at the keyboard. Sometimes it is a walk with the dog, a run, yoga, the act of preparing a meal, often when my hands and my body are occupied by my mind has been released that I get clarity. It is my practice of active stillness.
In active stillness, I “steal away” to my secret place to meet God. It is not the formal drawing away, and I know I could do better, but there are multiple times in any day where I find sufficient quiet in my head to shower. And what it my reward? Clarity. Peace. A settled notion that while my answers may not have come yet, I have been in communion. We’ve caught up. I feel connected. Refreshed. New. Just like coming out of a shower…
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