A Few Minutes of Meditation

The First Green Blade
The Spring of Life

In our hectic daily race of life it becomes essential that we take moments each day to relax, to meditate and to just let our minds listen to music which touches the ousia of the soul. The following harp piece by Pablo Arellano is the right fit.

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This concept of taking time to relax, to meditate and allow the cares of daily life be placed in abeyance for a time period had its start in the ancient times. Going out to the desert to find one’s deity is as old as human history.

The mountains with their mysterious thunder and lightning as well as clouds and winds conveyed to the valley dweller that there was a mystery, a majesty, a divine presence on the tops of those rugged peaks hidden from human sight. The longing to touch heaven was embedded in the human genome millennia ago.

The Tower of Babel in the Book of Genesis was a human engineering endeavor to spare the species from another global cataclysm. They reasoned if a global deluge happened once it could happen again.

The rainbow which appeared with rain and sun was a forgotten promise that a global deluge would never occurred again. However, after Sodom and Gomorrah fire and brimstone from the heavens was a reality from which no shelter or tower could protect humans, except for deep caves in which many found a refuge from the elements.

Another forgotten concept from ancient times which involved relaxation and meditation was taking a day each week from the daily toils. Working six days a week and resting one day was reinstituted in the Sinai desert several thousand years ago.

Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote

The mythical mind would expect that, after heaven and earth have been established, God would create a holy place–a holy mountain or a holy spring–whereupon a sanctuary is to be established. Yet it seems as if to the Bible it is holiness in time, the Sabbath, which comes first.

When history began, there was only one holiness in the world, holiness in time. When at Sinai the word of God was about to be voiced, a call for holiness in man was proclaimed: “Thou shalt be unto me a holy people.” It was only after the people had succumbed to the temptation of worshipping a thing, a golden calf, that the erection of a Tabernacle, of holiness in space, was commanded. The sanctity of time came first, the sanctity of man came second, and the sanctity of space last. Time was hallowed by God; space, the Tabernacle, was consecrated by Moses.

While the festivals celebrate events that happened in time, the date of the month assigned for each festival in the calendar is determined by the life in nature. Passover and the Feast of Booths [Sukkot], for example, coincide with the full moon, and the date of all festivals is a day in the month, and the month is a reflection of what goes on periodically in the realm of nature, since the Jewish month begins with the new moon, with the reappearance of the lunar crescent in the evening sky. In contrast, the Sabbath is entirely independent of the month and unrelated to the moon. Its date is not determined by any event in nature, such as the new moon, but by the act of creation. Thus the essence of the Sabbath is completely detached from the world of space.

The meaning of the Sabbath is to celebrate time rather than space. Six days a week we live under the tyranny of things of space; on the Sabbath we try to become attuned to holiness in time. It is a day on which we are called upon to share in what is eternal in time, to turn from the results of creation to the mystery of creation, from the world of creation to the creation of the world.

Shabbat as a Sanctuary in Time

So whatever meditation path you choose to follow, find in it time to relax, to reflect and to meditate. Music, like the pieces composed by Pablo Arellano, is just as essential to chilling out as any other resource.

 

If you have an interest in a weekly oasis from the world, read Heschel’s book THE SABBATH. Perhaps, in its hundred or so pages you might find a buried treasure which will add beauty to your life.

After winter is past, the first green blade spouting from the ground gives renewed hope that life comes again. It is always life reinvigorated by the silent opening from the barren ground as it reaches toward the heavens to be embraced by the sun.

G. D. Williams © 2015

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