Each
day, we will post a short article by one of Darton, Longman and Todd’s amazing
authors, offering a personal reflection on our current situation in life.
Sometimes this will be written with reference to one of their books, and
sometimes about how they are living in response to the COVID-19 coronavirus and
our current world situation. We hope it will give you a taste of the depth and
diversity of DLT’s list – books for heart, mind and soul that aim to meet the
needs and interests of all.
Today’s
post is by Stefan Reynolds, author of Living
with the Mind of Christ: Mindfulness in
Christian spirituality. You
can buy an eBook copy of the book here, or a physical copy (supply chains
allowing) here.
Staying
at Home without going Stir-Crazy: Meditation in a Time of Lockdown
A week into lockdown in
Croatia and I can’t go home to Ireland - not that I’d want to; my wife is here,
the weather in Croatia is pleasant, and coronavirus fears have frightened the
tourists away. I feel quite at home. But I am quite literally ‘at home’ - no
going out of the flat. Still, it is big enough for the two of us, and with each
other we are not lonely. I feel for those others who are in lockdown with big
families in a small space, or alone. Maybe the internet links us; I wonder if
everyone has access to it though ... maybe not some of the older people, and
maybe there is just too much news and it can get one down.
Many, with existing
health problems, are in real fear of their life; there is a level of fear in
anything unexpected and ominous and the reflex of anxiety, as we have seen, is
over-shopping. I feel also for those, like my wife, who have to deal with
interruptions to their work and the resulting financial worries. The lack of
tourists, for example, is no joy for those who work in tourism. I feel for
those who are stranded, as travel ceases to be possible, away from loved ones
whom they worry about. Most of all I feel for the health workers who are
putting their own health and lives at risk to help those affected. It is a hard
time. For many, a crisis. There is a Chinese proverb, however (and good things
come also from China) that says, ‘Every crisis is an opportunity.’
An opportunity for what,
one might say. There is little to be gained in any measurable sense at this
time. Maybe sellers of toilet paper are making a profit; for most people time
is spent managing the losses: loss of education, of social life, of travel, of
business. There is for many of us a big reduction in what we can do. Maybe, in
that loss of the possibility of busy-ness we can discover a better quality of
being. Maybe it is a time for spending quality time with those with whom we
share home. Or, if we are alone, spending time with ourselves. In a lockdown we
have the chance to really get to know where we are in our lives. It can be a
‘watershed moment’ where we let go of ‘things to do’ and come back to
strengthening the sometimes neglected centre of our lives. It is an opportunity
for a spring clean, of the house, yes … but also of the relationships with
those with whom we share home – whether that is ourselves, or others. It is
time to freshen up with the home-work, back to the essentials. ‘Charity begins
at home.’ For many of us, now, that is where we have the opportunity to practise.
It can also be a time
to read. I have been re-reading Thérèse of Lisieux’s autobiography. There is a
wonderful section where she speaks of all the things she would like to do for the Church and for others, how
she’d like to be a missionary, a priest, a martyr. She feels frustrated with
the limitation of her life as an enclosed religious, permanently ‘at home’ with
her community of nuns and struggling to live with herself. It all seemed so
unheroic, like she wasn’t achieving anything. However, it was then that she
realised that her vocation was to do small things with great love, to do the
most insignificant things – like the washing up – with an inexplicable
devotion. Devotion, for her, was to live out the life that God had given her. Thérèse
uses the verb ‘se devouer’, to devote oneself, but the verb is made
up of ‘de vœux’, ‘concerning vows’. Thérèse
discovered that being love involved devoting herself to what she had already committed
to. This time of lockdown is an opportunity to be more committed to those whom
life, or our own choice, has put together (one thinks again here of the French
verb ‘com-mettre’). It is to give quality time to what in the end is
most important, the discovery of who we are, in our own company and/or of those
with whom we live.
We often feel we will
find our fulfilment in the outer world and home is a place we come back to for
rest and recreation. Yet also, like Thérèse, we can discover that what seems
confining is the greatest challenge and the place of the most real flourishing.
Even from her enclosure Thérèse discovered she could help the world – by devoting
all she did and prayed to intercession for those on the front line. For her it
was the missionaries and priests, especially those who risked their lives. For
us it is the medical workers, service professions, volunteers, elderly and
infirm for whom we can show solidarity.
If we can volunteer and
we are more a help than a hindrance, and we do not put at unnecessary risk
those whom we live with, then great. By staying at home we also contribute
positively by not adding to their problems. In taking up practices like
meditation we can calm ourselves, in lowering our anxiousness we bring a bit of
peace into the world which may steady those who are under pressure. We can discover
we are all connected. Whether, in enclosures of one or two we do small things
around the house, or whether we care for others on the front line, we do the
insignificant or the significant with equal love.

You remind me of something I read long ago and cannot now check being self isolated myself. It was Jane Frances de Chantal who suggested we live with the intuited sense we might have of Gods will for us and the other strand of our vocation which is the real situation in which we live(my words not hers). Widowed with children she had a vocation to be a Nun but that vocation was held inwardly whilst she cared for her children.
ReplyDeleteSelf isolated and unable to offer practical help that sense of vocation finds different expression in isolation but is no less real I think
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ReplyDeleteYes, good to be reminded to take this time to really attend to the person (or persons) with whom one lives. And to attend to the ordinary chores that make up the day. I had post traumatic fall out after burning a shirt when I was ironing years and years ago. I was watching Bjorn Borg play in the Wimbledon final. I have resisted ironing ever since. This last week of lockdown has given me the opportunity to iron again - with a modicum of love. Shirts, too! But cooking has been fun: Putanesca! Coronation chicken! Guacamole! All thrown together with leftovers and things not often used on the shelves.
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