the BOTANY of SILENCE soundroom

Begin to let your door take shape

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Just to explain my new room to you:

This is a room you may visit – along the continuum of taking a breath in an often busy time on the net or anywhere… to learning from and being inspired by others… to contributing some thoughts of your own.

Your coordinates:

  1. To get into the Botany of Science Room – https://www.ellynpeirson.com/the-botany-of-silence-soundroom/
  2. Come into the Inner Sanctum or the Sanctum Santorum or Discussione sul silenzio or Discussio Silentii – you know… where you can discuss silence with someone for a few minutes:  This is where we’ll have some group work, too.
  3. Please let me know on messenger or email if you have joined.

Sanctuary, Silence, Soul

This room is for anyone who has learned and grown via concentration on the 3 title facets of life during the pandemic. These three s’es – Sanctuary, Silence and Soul – have come to represent for me the critical aspects of anyone’s life over time. This representation derives from a strong and long picture I have of life. Life is a journey. And it’s a journey that’s solitary, taking us from how we got here to where we’re going. Beginnings and endings vary and are very personal. Silence, Sanctuary and the Soul are the treasured tools of the trade. If you come to this room, these will be your tools.

REFERENCES:

– The Seat of the Soul by Gary Zukav

– Universal Human by Gary Zukav

– Silence by Robert Sardello

– The Sanctuary of Suffering by Eleanor Tee

– My website https://www.seeksilence.ca

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In the room of Silence, may you see and feel and internalize what is perhaps the key to deep spirituality. I will post and direct you to places of Silence. In return, I ask that you visit the room alone and in Silence. I also ask you to consider sending your insights to me, letting me know if I have your permission to post these insights of yours. (send to seeksilence@gmail.com)

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The Sanctuary of Silence: in Sanctuary, Silence, Soul

Just so you know it’s not me making this up as I go along – it’s all of us who choose to participate in The Silence of Botany. It looked like the perfect mode for carrying out my purposes; but I quickly learned there’s a dearth of information on running a FB room and even less on possibilities. Like Emily Dickinson, I dwell in possibility. And so, I wouldn’t give up of TBOS. I hasten to tell you I did find this from a frustrated soul on FB’s help page on YouTube: Lol Facebook is so annoying. I can’t figure out how to run a room. I’ve done it before…

I’m not giving up, though! No – I believe in the botany of science and its benefits to expansive living too much for that.

Here follows, then, some help for you as you struggle your way in following me. First, let’s create a path through the wildflowers.

This a private meditation room and is for anyone who has learned and grown via concentration on the 3 title facets of life during the pandemic. These three s’es – Sanctuary, Silence and Soul – have come to represent for me the critical aspects of anyone’s life over time. This representation derives from a strong and long picture I have of life. Life is a journey. And it’s a journey that’s solitary, taking us from how we got here to where we’re going. Beginnings and endings vary and are very personal. Silence, Sanctuary and the Soul are the treasured tools of the trade. If you come to this room, these will be your tools.

If you received an invitation to the group from me, just use the password I gave you. Please do not give the password to anyone.

If you know of someone who would like to have a membership is this Room and did not receive an invitation, please ask them:

Send your name and email address to me at eepeirson@ gmail.com
And why you would like to be a Room Member.

You do not need to communicate with anyone who happens to be in the room when you are unless you have an agreement to do so. Thank you!

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To help you locate your silent place:

Be mindful of this:

Behind our image, below our words, above our thoughts, the silence of another world waits.  A world lives within us… through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul… The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us… Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.  (from ANAM CARA by John O’Donohue)

 

Then prepare yourself for a reasonable time of silence by doing a bit of writing you’ve set by or by reading anything below (I’ll keep adding).  I would suggest at least twice a week, working from 10 minutes per time to a minimum of 30 minutes.  Schedule these times and protect yourself from intrusions.

 

Why would I name this the botany of silence?

 

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

Rumi

 

There was this huge world out there, independent of us human beings and standing before us like a great, eternal riddle, at least partly accessible to our inspection and thought. The contemplation of that world beckoned like a liberation.”  Einstein

 

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.  (John Keats)

 

the goodly fragrance of cedar

if i really wanted to worship, to
throw myself before God, to be
sanctified, sanctuaried, redeemed,
restored in
my soul, i would walk away from
the massive baptismal font,
Lake Huron, toward the towering
cathedral of cedar beams.  Unbelievers
call the cedars “the woods,” forsaking the
mystery of being covered, holified.

i would crunch my way across the carpets
of green and gold needles, cast off
by the angels hurrying heavenward
for the night to dream the dream of the
next cathedral.

My needle-crunching time would take me to the
cathedral-centre
(I would simply know I was there). I would drop
to my knees and fall on my back, looking
through the tall caps of evergreens and into
the heavenly blue sky. And I would listen, deeply, openly
with absolute silence to the Silence.  sometimes there
would be the sounds of silence.  sometimes music.
sometimes a quiet pentecost of saints. and always the
Holiest of all Theories whispering to my heart.  Throwing
my arms and legs out, I would make a needle angel
in the cedar and breathe in regenerated life.  Then would
come rest in manifold senses, with Ultimate Rest coming in
the Sense of Wonder.

This is a ritual, rich and evanescent, along my solitary
journey until one day i shall walk out, with every
ounce of the sacramental alive in its cathedral quietude.
and I shall continue to lie down, weightless,
listening until the Holiest sings me to sleep and
carries me home.

eep

 

And there are two Emily Dickinson poems I must share with you here:

DWELL IN POSSIBILITY
I dwell in Possibility – (466)

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
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Silence is all we dread.
There’s Ransom in a Voice –
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.

 

Sara Teasdale, ‘Silence

We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
Soft quiet hovering over pools profound,
The silences that on the desert brood,
Above a windless hush of empty seas,
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,
A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these …

 

the SOUND Room

The Botany of Silence, I say?  Why?  How did I end up here?

Well, a number of years ago, when I was soaring around the web, I happened upon the website of Dr. Linda Long.  Dr. Long was a biochemist and the words “the music of plants” jumped out at me.  And then I saw that she was also a musician:

  • Linda Long is a biochemist and musician, who has combined these two fields to create what she terms molecular music. Long worked as a biochemist and a Research Fellow in Complementary Medicine at Exeter University, specialising in the fields of homeopathy, herbal medicine and music therapy. Her work has been published in various medical journals, and she is an associate editor of the Journal Focus on Alternative and Complementary Therapies, published by the Royal Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain. She has been working on molecular musicMy sis since the 1990s. She has been awarded an Invention and Innovation award over two years by NESTA. This has enabled her to develop her promotion of music in education, as well as to release two CDs of her music: Music of the Plants and Music of the Body. The award has also helped her develop an exhibit at Explore @Bristol. (Wiki)

So I followed and learned from Dr. Long for a while before illness hit the family.  My “little sister,” my only sibling died in early 2006 and my son died at the end of 2009.  Various other illnesses have hit since then, and so I pursued my tug-of-war with prayer and learned to combine prayer and photo-art until they became poetry.  Merlina and her crucible.

Dr. Long and her molecular crucible had faded and taken up residence in my cortex, and I was able to return to my writing, not even noticing that I called my Orchids and Neurons book of poetry “molecular poetry.”  I nod now to Dr. Long and to the nudgings of the collective unconscious on the psyche until an old memory slowly returns through daydreams or nightdreams and one begins to understand the meaning of say, silence.

(I’ll be uploading some of Dr. Long’s “music of the plants” soon)

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