Sooner or later even the most devoted hermit or spiritual seeker will discover that this solitude and silence shtick does not seem to be all that it is cracked up to be.
Saintly souls and books far and wide, which recommend and extol solitude, may not include the whole truth of the experience. At some point the solitary pray-er is likely to ask this question:
What on earth do I think I am doing out here
in the middle of nowhere by myself!
Next the individual may pace back and forth in his holy abode, while the walls begin to close in. A suffocating boredom descends upon the person like a choking cloud. Her whole spiritual exploration takes on the character of a really bad afternoon spent as a child with an insufferably tedious old aunt. You sit fidgeting in the rocking chair with your feet wagging in the air looking at old Readers Digest magazines and listening to tiresome adults drone on and on about dead relatives.
Now your lovely hermitage grows dull and lifeless and smells faintly of mothballs and Vicks VapoRub. You are sure all your friends are going to wonderful places and having exciting experiences, while you are trapped at Great Aunt Hannah’s and doomed to a lackluster life of gradually increasing obscurity and dull mediocrity. Your back itches. Your tummy hurts. Your neck has a cramp in it. Your brother keeps sticking his tongue out at you. And you realize now that you actually hate him. Your mom ignores you, even when you fake a faint, slide off the rocker, and lie on the floor in a lump.
It can be like this, my friends, as some of you know. You pick up a Bible, read a verse, and it leaves a taste in your mouth like an open bottle of soda that has been in the fridge for a month. A kind of angsty horror rises up in your craw and an overpowering desire to get out of there floods your being.
If someone has not seriously questioned Love’s call, and has not encountered an all- encompassing indifference, even, perhaps at times, revulsion, toward the things of God, I would suggest they simply have not been at it very long. When we enter solitude, whether we find it in the bathroom or at the lovely cottage on the beach, we bring along our retreat provisions, books, journals, music, food, as well as our illusions, expectations, hopes and dreams of what this time will be like. Here we may be in for a rude confrontation of fantasy with Reality, or my will with the will of the One I am seeking.
When I hosted guests at The Sanctuary Foundation hermitage, I watched them haul bags of books and provisions up the slope to the cabin.
“I hope to plan my sermons for the next six months,” some would tell me brightly.
“I hope not.” I would say to myself.
We bring an agenda to our solitude: I want to deepen my awareness of God. I need help in discerning the next steps of my life. I am looking for peace and resolution of conflict.
We come hoping to accomplish some task, relieve pain, even to be entertained. Then lo and behold, we are met with dryness of spirit, dullness of mind and heart, a ho hum listlessness, and growing sense that nothing fun or good is going to happen to me here.
What we fail to see is that God comes to the hermitage as well us. And God has an agenda too. At some point God’s agenda may include a healthy dose of the demon of the noonday sun.
The name the early Christians gave for the dullness can settle over us is acedia.
The desert fathers and mothers called this oppressive state of spiritual apathy the demon of the noonday sun. Evagrius warned, AThis demon attacks the monk towards the fourth hour and besieges the soul until the eighth hour. He begins by giving the impression that the sun is hardly moving or not moving at all, and the day has at least forty hours. Ardor and passion for the things of God are replaced by indifference and boredom. The miserable soul is sick both of God and self.
The purpose of this dry discontent is seen as part of the final purification of the will so that it may be merged without any reserve in God. Acedia abolishes spiritual gluttony as it strips us of our fascination with glamour, ease and sensory delights. Since God is spirit and must be worshiped in spirit, a soul’s worship of God grows over time to be less founded in the satisfaction and entertainment of the senses and more in the dark knowing called faith. Through the harsh succor of the demon of acedia the soul is weaned from its attachment to sensory gratifications to a more mature love.
From my book: Letters from the Holy Ground, Seeing God Where You Are (Chapter 24)
As unpleasant as it is, I believe that acedia helps to rid us of the three tendencies of our age, which militate against contemplation, according to Ronald Rolheiser. Rolheiser identifies these tendencies as our narcissism, pragmatism, and unbridled restlessness. The Shattered Lantern – Rediscovering a Felt Presence of God (Chapter 2)
The excessive self preoccupation of narcissism makes everything we encounter about us and our needs. The cult of the individual deifies the personal and encourages focus on our private concerns and preferences.
“Pragmatism,” Rolheiser writes, “asserts that the truth of an idea lies in its practical efficacy. What that means is that what is true is what works.” We become obsessed with what Thomas Merton identified as the leading spiritual disease of our time: efficiency.
Our unbridled restlessness fuels our driven, compulsive, hyper lifestyles of multi-tasking and instant gratification.
So what’s a body to do? You have come all the way out here. Are you going to turn tale and sneak back home?
Try this: Sit there or go for a walk. Watch your discomfort. Settle into your body. Be curious about your indifference and learn from it. Breathe deeply, as the anxiety and pain of withdrawal from narcissism, pragmatism, and unbridled restlessness grip your soul and cramp your body.
Surrender your agenda. Stop demanding things to be different. Cease resisting what is so, what is real for you.
Gradually a shift will occur.
Perhaps you notice the splotch of light on the wall across from Great Aunt Hannah’s china hutch. Where did the light come from? The late afternoon sun is stretching its long arms across the carpet and up the china hutch, where it touches a crystal goblet which has sat there for thirty years, and just now catches fire as your eyes lay upon it, dazzling you with brightness. You lean back in the rocker, feeling your back sink into the cushion, and watch the dust motes moving lazily above the carpet. You notice the pictures woven into the carpet – a man on a white horse, a house with a red roof, people in olden clothes walking down a lane.
The light splotch on the wall moves and dances. Why? You look at the flaming goblet across from the wall and back to the wall. Then you see through the window in the wall tree branches swaying, sweeping back and forth covering and uncovering the path of the sun.
For a moment you and the dancing splotch and the fiery goblet and the man on the horse and the tree branches swaying, and your great aunt are all laced together with tiny tendrils of light and you yourself catch fire. And you say to yourself, oh this is the way the world is. Everything is all hooked up and intertwined together.
The grown ups are still talking. You feel safe. You see your brother reading his comic book. A sudden rush of love and gratitude for him pours over you. You decide to take a nap. As you doze off, you think, I really like that mothbally VapoRub smell.
Come to me all you who are weak and heavy burdened.
And I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
Have you been afflicted by the demon of the noonday sun? How did it manifest in your life. How did you respond?
Does it help to learn that the negative experience of indifference might be a necessary part of your deepening love for God?
In the essay above what do you think happened as the child character moves from fidgeting to discovering peace. Do you see anything here that might help you in your acedia attacks?
How do narcisscism, pragmatism, and unbridled restlessness hinder your contemplation?
Want to learn more about acedia? Here is a good article: Acedia, Bane of Solitaries See also Katheleen Norris’ book, Acedia & Me: A Marriage, Monks, and a Writer’s Life
Next post in this series: Exploring Solitude: Becoming Real
- Exploring Solitude: The Wild Things Within (theprayinglife.com)
- Exploring Solitude: Why Bother? (theprayinglife.com)
As the Quakers say; “Thee has spoken to my condition”. Thank you.
Thank thee for speaking to my condition with your kind affirmation. : )
Thank thee for speaking to my condition with thy kind affirmation. All is good and plentiful in the kingdom.
“We bring an agenda to our solitude.” Yes, it is often our attempt to avoid the solitude we came seeking. Ironically, in the solitude we become God’s agenda and it is “a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.”
Thanks, Mike. You and your writing help keep me writing, seeking, reaching for the truth.
Thank you. This is lovely and grace-full.
Beaming and Glowing
Out Into the Distant Future
Light not only in the darkness
But also in the lightness
Light that will not die at day
But a candle instead that glows
Even during the sun’s brightness
When we need Him Most
But admit it Least
So afraid to walk alone
We surround ourselves with multitude and technology and pocessions
Yet it is this Preoccupation that is our own private demon of loneness
And fuels fires to gather more and separates us from the Truth
Even though you always walk alone in some sense
You never really walk alone for He walks with you
You writings fuel my thoughts and kindle new self awareness. I wish I had found your blog sooner. But then maybe I was not ready for it – but I ready for it now – so fidgeting through a boring sermon now I concentrate really listen opening up a small part of my spirit to what lies between and beneath words so that they become no longer just words.
What a gift the mother gave the girl character (you?) in that room with the sun setting the goblet & her on fire. I too am one who comes to solitude with an armful of books, but in little bits I have discovered moments of the nothingness of acedia when my eyes are too tired to read anymore & I am captured in that time alone with God. Wonder if I can put aside my efficiency & pragmatism for longer & longer moments of just being?
Maybe we need to bring the books, Shelley. Perhaps that is part of the process in order to reach the moments when we lay them aside and sink into the silence. The girl is me at my Grandma Anna Ross’s. I made up a lot of the story. Visiting grandma and going to church taught me how to move beyond boredom to another kind of awareness. : )
Thanks for this post. It’s terrific, and I read it directly before meeting with someone yesterday — which of course, the Spirit used! I wanted to let you know I have added you to the blog roll on my blog page as well. Blessings!
Thank you, you inspired and inspiring one.
Reflecting Back and Forward – Lent Through Easter
Margaret Barber, author, wrote “To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it more fit for its prime function of looking forward.”
Lent to Easter is a Reflection Backward and a Reflection Forward on one’s walk with Christ. It renders the soul eye refreshed and arms with a new coat enabling it to meet headon the challenges that lay ahead.it
Lent is a time for Reflecting Back on Jesus’ brief walk on earth from astounding his teachers in the synagogue to his first calling his disciples till his death. But the story ends not there. The Reflection Forward is the anticipation that grows in the soul climaxing with the ringing of the bells on Saturday evening at 8 pm signifying God’s fulfillment of his promise the resurrection.