When I awaken early in the morning before sunrise, I am groggy and sluggish. I make my coffee and begin writing thoughts in my journal. I make out a daily prayer list and what I hope for each of these loved ones. I search the Psalms for praises and meditate on those songs of ascents and love. I reflect upon yesterday’s activities, lessons, and understandings of other people. I am alone with the I Am. This is the beginning of a wonderful day.
How do I know? Because I have carved out time to be on my own little island. This refreshing paints my day. The Creator stirs in me what I should write, paint, or draw. He directs my steps. Sometimes my creativity is brought forth in a meal to share with others. Mostly, I bask in the presence of the Creator knowing He will lead me.
Even drawing requires great meditation, quietness, and focus. I must close out worries of the day and open my mind to see in a new way. I don’t draw what my mind sees, but I seek to see through my eyes a new dimension or wonder. If I am drawing the simplicity of a seashell, I find the memory of the sunset in its color. I discover the complicated entry to the inner shell. It is winding and deep, and I observe I cannot see to the inner most part of the shell. I relate with the shell closely. Others cannot see my most intimate thoughts, but I know God can because He created the seashell and me. Drawing is a very spiritual activity that takes time and aloneness.
Today I realize how we are so busy in our contemporary lives that we stress or feel guilt about stopping, meditating, taking time to just be with ourselves. I think this is why I love coming to the island each winter. I am on an island with others who respect my island boundary. They too have come for a respite in the sun, a time of meditation opened by the view of the vast seascape. Folks are friendly but honor each other’s time alone when walking the beach or in the mangrove forest. It is a time of rejuvenation and an awareness of all that is within. I watch as others stare into the endless sea for hours at a time. I see the openness of the waves and understand I am a part of those great teal waters. I hear the patterns of the waves and watch the sandpipers weave back and forth dodging each new curl of the ocean. I become the sandpiper dodging business, responsibilities, and hardships. I weave with nature like a giant tapestry. I am at peace and know that God’s love endures forever.
Each of us need an island experience of refreshing. Perhaps it is meditating on beautiful photos of nature, reading a stirring poem, singing a song in our heart, creating a painting or scrapbook page,or writing a song or message. I learn each winter how important it is to seek alone time to renew my mind and spirit.
Would you share your “island” experience and help others find quietness in this over processed world of technology, demands, and expectations? I would love to hear how others find their time alone each day.