The silence has continued. Throughout the rest of the day I chose to do a little reading but mainly sit and listen while repeating the Jesus prayer as a mantra. As distractions came I acknowledged them, as Abbot Jamison suggested, and then returned to my mantra.
I the silence, the still small whisper of God became barely audible
I was reminded of what one of the retreat leaders had said earlier in the day.
God loves the real me.
The real thing!
The me that no one else sees.
The me I keep locked away in secrecy.
The me I conceal from others.
The me I hide from myself.
The me I run away from.
The me I wish wasn’t me.
The me no-one knows.
The me I don’t know.
In the silence
God made me aware
of the many masks
that I wear
The mask for family
the mask for church
the mask for friends
the mask for work
the mask for God
the mask for me
Multiple masks
Multiple identities
Multiple actions and reactions
for so long that now
I have to ask
‘will the real me step forward’
In the silence
Listening
The voice…
to discover your true self
to find your true identity
the real you
the real you that I know and love
you need to take courage
you need to remove the masks
and be the person I have created
the creature I gave birth to
your true self
The thought scares me, but I think this is a long process that God is calling me into. I feel God has spoken to me in the silence and through ‘Finding Sanctuary’.I look back and can see that I have copied identities that I see around me, popular ways of doing things, not unlike teenagers at school all wearing the same brand trainers to ‘look cool’ and thinking they are individuals expressing their creativity and right to choose. I don’t wish to look cool (can you look cool at 41?!) but I can acknowledge the same process happening. Instead of really tapping into my personal, God ordained creative life, I look to others. I guess we all do to an extent.
Thomas Merton said : ‘Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious people are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. They never get round to being the particular poet or the particular monk that they are intended to be by God’ Jamison goes on to say ‘People fail to be themselves because it is easier to be somebody else’.
I think this ties in my (not) resolution to shine like stars.

