Today we will be headed to Atlanta for my kidney transplant evaluation on Wednesday. The upcoming event has led me into contemplation, not a bad place to be. I have discovered that, for me, contemplation accompanies important life events. And this one is probably the most significant life event I have faced off with in a long time.
In the midst of what is very real anxiety about it, contemplation has brought me to a place of peace and acceptance. I am glad for that. I love the words of Alan P. Torey about contemplation.
There is a contemplative in all of us, almost strangled but still alive, who craves quiet enjoyment of the Now and longs to touch the seamless garment of silence which makes us whole.
it is true that “the seamless garment of silence” makes me whole. I honestly think that had I not sought a more contemplative lifestyle, I would not have been able to go through this transplant process with serenity, faith and hope.
In the past, I would have described myself as anything but contemplative. I find it fascinating that life takes us where we need to be, in spite of ourselves. These days, my friends and family describe me as “quiet.” I prefer to think of myself as contemplative. The quiet comes with contemplation as a gift I never expected to receive.