[captionpix imgsrc=”http://lucindaporterrn.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/listening.jpg” captiontext=”Image courtesy of graur codrin/FreeDigitalPhotos.net”] In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. ~ Robert Green Ingersoll
Hepatitis C can cause a lot of chatter in the brain. The remedy is a time-honored practice: listening. However, listening when the brain is talking is like trying to hear a whispering child at a rock concert. Meditation is a way to quiet that noise. Meditation is a path to wisdom, a way to self-discovery and a channel to compassion.
There are two components to listening. First, I turn off the incessant racket in my head, the voices that say, “I am sick, worried, tired, hopeless…What shall I do, if only if, and so on.” After it is quiet, then a rustle of truth emerges. This is the second part, the moment where listening happens. It is like hearing a voice in the dark that shows me where the candles and matches are. It is the beginning of illumination, where a shard of light shows me a path. When I see the path, I walk more easily, listen more clearly, and occasionally a brilliant truth emerges. (Although truth be told, most of the time, I sit and observe my monkey mind.)
Dealing with hepatitis C is an opportunity to listen to that deep inner voice that knows what I need. When I am quiet, I can hear that voice which beckons me to health.