In the Quaker meeting for worship we gather in silence.
We must labor to enter into stillness though.
Put aside burdens and concerns,
the "could have said" and "should have saids"
Unlike most who worship in
churches
mosques
synagogues
Quakers do not have leaders to instruct us.
We look to the Light within, the Teacher within.
We must bring our minds back from wandering.
Be like John the Baptist and go to the wilderness.
We then give each other and ourselves
the GIFT
of stillness within.
Then we wait, listen and speak out of that stillness
We must labor to enter into stillness though.
Put aside burdens and concerns,
the "could have said" and "should have saids"
Unlike most who worship in
churches
mosques
synagogues
Quakers do not have leaders to instruct us.
We look to the Light within, the Teacher within.
We must bring our minds back from wandering.
Be like John the Baptist and go to the wilderness.
We then give each other and ourselves
the GIFT
of stillness within.
Then we wait, listen and speak out of that stillness
Comments
During the meeting I focus on my breathing to help me center. I will breath in on a count of four, hold the breath for a count of seven, then release it for a count of eight. This calms me and helps me to clear my mind some.
Often I will repeat in my head the phrase, "Be still, know God" which comes from the scripture, "Be still and know that I am God."
Sometimes I will imagine the sound "ing" in my head. Somehow this really grounds me and opens me up to listen.
During the meeting I remind myself that meeting for worship is a communal experience. The greatest gift I can give Friends is to be still with them. Sometimes I pray for the meeting and hold us all in the light. I may even visualize us encased in the light or the glow of the light coming from deep within each person.
Now I don't know what others think about this practice, but I almost always have a journal or piece of paper. I will jot down thoughts as they come into my head. Sometimes if I remember I need to do something later that day, I'll jot it down so that I don't worry about forgetting it.
When my mind wanders, I simply note the wandering, don't judge or beat up myself, and then focus back on being still.
Being still for a sustained period is difficult for me. If I am succesful for even five minutes at a time, I feel very pleased. Hopefully over time, my concentration will improve.
These are some of the thoughts of what I do. I'd be interested in hearing what other folks do during worship.
I agree with your thoughts about the importance of "preparing mind and heart"--settling in for worship. I'd also add that one thing I do is I imagine that God is in the center of the room, and we are all God's invited dinner guests, and we are awaiting to hear the Word of God... expectant waiting. It's been a powerful image for me at this time, and it also helps me feel connected to what others in the room are also doing--waiting to receive God's guidance.
I believe Kwakersaur has also posted about goes on for him in MfW. And you are welcome to look at my (new) blog, The Good Raised Up. I'll plan to add your link to my blog once I'm back home. ...Nice to see you this past weekend at Ghost Ranch!
Blessings,
Liz
P.S. Georgia's last name is spelled with two "F"s--O'Keeffe. smile
I agree with your thoughts about the importance of "preparing mind and heart"--settling in for worship. I'd also add that one thing I do is I imagine that God is in the center of the room, and we are all God's invited dinner guests, and we are awaiting to hear the Word of God... expectant waiting. It's been a powerful image for me at this time, and it also helps me feel connected to what others in the room are also doing--waiting to receive God's guidance.
I believe Kwakersaur has also posted about goes on for him in MfW. And you are welcome to look at my (new) blog, The Good Raised Up. I'll plan to add your link to my blog once I'm back home. ...Nice to see you this past weekend at Ghost Ranch!
Blessings,
Liz
P.S. Georgia's last name is spelled with two "F"s--O'Keeffe. smile
Blessings,
Liz