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The
WONDERS
of
SOLITUDE
The
WONDERS
of
SOLITUDE
EDITED BY DALE SALWAK
FOREWORD BY HUGH PRATHER
New World Library
14 Pamaron Way
Novato, CA 94943
© 1998 Dale Salwak
Cover and text design: Aaron Kenedi
Cover photo: © Natural Selection
All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review; nor may any part of this book be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or other, without written permission from the publisher.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
The wonders of solitude / edited by Dale Salwak;
Foreword by Hugh Prather
p. cm. — (The classic wisdom collection)
1. Solitude — Quotations, maxims, etc.
I. Salwak, Dale. II. Series.
BJ1499.S6W66 1995
128’.4 — dc20 94-40474
CIP
ISBN 1-57731-026-8
First printing, April 1998
Printed in Canada on acid-free paper
Distributed by Publishers Group West
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
For Jim and Heather Shuemaker
Contents
FOREWORD — by Hugh Prather
INTRODUCTION — by Dale Salwak
CHAPTER ONE — A Noisy World
CHAPTER TWO — Solitude as Discovery
Finding the Self
Finding God
CHAPTER THREE — Solitude as Inspiration
Inward Peace
Creativity
CHAPTER FOUR — Solitude and the Natural World
CHAPTER FIVE — Other Places of Solitude
At Home
In Houses of Worship
Among Others
Within the Human Heart
CHAPTER SIX — The Power of Silence
ABOUT THE EDITOR —
BIBLIOGRAPHIC INDEX —
Foreword
by Hugh Prather
SOLITUDE IS A PRESENCE
Oblivion is an absence of intrusive sounds, disturbing sights, and everything else. Yet oblivion is not solitude. Death, in a sense, is getting away from it all,
or so we sometimes like to think. Yet death is not solitude.
Surely mere absence could not inspire a book like this. Solitude is wondrous because of what it contains, not what it lacks. Solitude is a place of stillness and joy that is found in the heart, and once found, becomes all-encompassing. It is a window from the soul that looks upon everything and sees unity. Because it resides in our heart, and not simply in circumstances, solitude need never be delayed until a more convenient time. We can, and probably should, schedule moments in which to practice solitude. But our lives inevitably conspire against us. Eventually, we learn to quickly find that place of quietness within us, regardless of the events swirling around us.
It is possible to live in a cave and never know solitude. Throughout each day we experience many isolated moments free of pressing demands — standing in line, waiting for a light to change, riding an elevator. But our minds do not automatically become calm during these moments. In fact, we may become more agitated on these occasions than during moments when great demands are made on us — for example, when skiing a difficult slope or running a marathon, when dashing to grab a child or pet from the street or regaining control of a skidding car. Looking back on these moments, we may recall that we felt the place of solitude within us quite strongly.
Because solitude is a presence, not an absence, it is already here, already a potential. To find it, we must merely give it our full attention. We must watch where we place our interest and attention, not where we place our bodies. In order to know solitude, we do not first have to arrange our lives differently, control our emotions, or learn new techniques of thought control. Having said that, however, it should be obvious that some circumstances are more distracting than others. Surely all of us can make better choices about where we go and what we do, choices that lead us toward either greater chaos or greater simplicity.
But even here, what is conducive to concentration for one person is not for another. Solitude is often associated with the act of getting away from people, and into nature, but my wife Gayle, for example, is more at rest in a large city than in the wilderness. Nature makes you itch,
she says. She’s convinced that camping out invites angry bears and ax murderers. And certainly it makes no sense to say that in order to feel what connects us all, we must always get away from each other.
For my own part, I often feel solitude and peace while watching Gayle play loud, silly games with our kids, which she loves to do. These times are not only noisy; things are often knocked over and sometimes even a profanity or two can be heard. Yet I often sense a palpable quietness and gentleness at the center of the din.
Perhaps most moms and dads can remember changing the diaper of their crying infant and suddently feeling a great stillness, as their love for their child enveloped them— even though the task before them was cleaning up poop. The stillness did not stop the baby’s crying. Nor did the baby’s crying prevent the stillness.
As I read through this little book of thoughts, poems, and small essays, I am struck by the universality of solitude. We may each hold different beliefs about the nature of reality, but our experience of this bedrock truth is the same. I often use this fact as my way of forgiving. I simply remind myself that within every person lies a place of quietness and peace exactly like mine. In fact, they are the same place. Perhaps cultivating an awareness of the stillness we all share reveals the basic nature of solitude better than anything else: Our small, unconnected thoughts are very busy, but when we are still, we know love.
— HUGH PRATHER
Tucson, Arizona
Author of Notes to Myself
and Spiritual Notes to Myself
Introduction
by Dale Salwak
At one time or another all of us, I believe, hear the call to solitude. It can come upon us at any moment, under any circumstances — during times of good