Silence and Shabbat
The July retreat season flew quickly by. Â For me, the hidden jewel of the season was the silent contemplative Shabbat. Â It combined two things that I treasure as part of my spiritual life: Â Shabbat and silence.
Shabbat and silence can be surprisingly similar. Â To the uninitiated, Shabbat can seem like a bunch of rules, mostly involving things you can’t do. Â But those who regularly observe Shabbat know that the structure of the tradition allows for something magical to happen. Â By temporarily turning away from the demands of work, entertainment and acquisition, we can make space for experiences of true meaning.
Silence works in a similar way. Â By temporarily not engaging in social conversation, I make space to find deeper meaning in my own life. Â My habitual thoughts can rest a little. Â I give myself time to notice how I am really doing, not just how I want to be doing. Â What is going on in my heart underneath all the distractions of life? Â What wisdom can emerge from that knowledge? Â How does the Divine move through it all?
Some of that I can also do in conversation with someone I trust.  But in silence, I don’t have to explain or justify anything to anyone.  No one will demand an answer or offer a solution.  If I am feeling sad, I can feel sad.  If I am feeling alive and grateful, that’s fine.  I don’t have to define it or describe it or analyze it.  I can just feel it and be it – until it shifts and becomes something else.  There is a comfort and a safety in the silence.  I can lean into it, knowing it will support me and lead me where I need to go.
It may seem counterintuitive that being quiet with a group of other people who are also in silence is much more powerful than silence alone. Â And yet, that is true. Â (At least, that is true for me.) Â I often feel a strange intimacy and affection for fellow meditators, even when I don’t know any biographical information about them. Â The silence allows me to remember the fundamentals of being a human being: Â the longing for love and meaning, the pain of suffering, the inevitable passing of time. Â The realization that I share those things with every other person becomes a lived experience in silence, not just a beautiful thing to think about.
A silent Shabbat – most coveted of days!
