The Art of Stillness
By Pico Iyer
By Pico Iyer
Sitting still is the real deep entertainment. Real profound and voluptuous and delicious entertainment. The real feast that is available within this activity. This seems to be the the most luxurious and sumptuous response to the emptiness of my own existence.
Being in this remote place of stillness has nothing to do with piety or purity. It is simply the most practical way he's found of working through the confusion and terror that has long been his bedfellows. Sitting still and listening to the crickets deep into the night is the closest he's come to finding lasting happiness, the kind that doesn't change even when life throws up one of its regular challenges and disruptions.
Going nowhere is the grand adventure that makes sense everywhere else.
Sitting still as a way of falling in love with the world and everything in it. Going nowhere as a way of cutting through the noise and finding fresh time and energy to share with others.
With machines coming to seem part of our nervous system, while increasing their speed every season, we've lost our Sundays, our weekends, our night off... More and more of us feel like emergency-room physicians, permanently on call, required to heal ourselves but unable to find the prescription for all the clutter on our desk.
Stillness is not just an indulgence for those with enough resources -- it's a necessity for anyone who wishes to gather less visible resources. Going nowhere is not about austerity so much as about coming closer to one's senses. Talking about stillness is really a way of talking about clarity and sanity and joys that endure.
Going nowhere is not about turning your back on the world; it's about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.
The idea behind Nowhere -- choosing to sit still long enough to turn inward -- is at heart a simple one. Our peace of mind lie within. As Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius reminded us more than two millennia ago, it's not our experience that form us but the ways in which we respond to them.
So much of our lives takes place in our heads -- in memory or imagination, in speculation or interpretation -- that I think I can best change my life by changing the way I look at it. The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another. It's the perspective we choose -- not the places we visit -- that ultimately tells us where we stand. It matters not where or how far you travel, but how much alive you are.
At some point, all the horizontal trips in the world can't compensate for the need to go deep into somewhere challenging and unexpected. Movement makes richest sense when set within a frame of stillness.
As soon as I went to vigils in the chapel, the silence was much more tonic than any words could be. What I discovered, almost instantly, was that as soon as I was in one place, undistracted, the world lit up and I was as happy as when I forgot about myself. Heaven is the place where you think of nowhere else. Finding what feels like real life, that changeless and inarguable something behind all our shifting thoughts, is less a discovery than a recollection.
Spending time in silence gives everything else in my days fresh value and excitement. It felt as if I was slipping out of my life and ascending a small hill from which I could make out a wider landscape.
Simplifying one's life to extract its quintessence is the most rewarding of all pursuits I have undertaken -- Matthieu Richard.
A man sitting still is alone, often, with the memory of all he doesn't have. And what he does have can look very much like nothing.
"All the unhappiness of men arises from one simple fact: that they cannot sit quietly in their chamber." Blaise Pascal, French mathematician and philosopher.
After Admiral Richard E. Byrd spent nearly five months alone in a shack in the Antarctic, in temperatures that sank to 70 degrees below zero, he emerged convinced that "Half the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need."
The point of sitting still is that it helps you see through the very idea of pushing forward; indeed, it strips you of yourself, by leading you into a place where you're defined by something larger.
The need for an empty space, a pause, is something we have all felt in our bones; it's the rest in a piece of music that gives it resonance and shape.
With every return to Nowhere, one can begin to discern its features, and with them its possibilities, a little clearly. The place has moods and seasons as rich as the pulsing, red-dirt spaces of Australia's outback, as varied as the clouds you can see in a James Turrell Skyspace.
One of the strange laws of the contemplative life is that in it you do not sit down and solve problems: you bear with them until they somehow solve themselves. Or until life solves them for you.
It's only by taking myself away from clutter and distraction that I can begin to hear something out of earshot and recall that listening is much more invigorating than giving voice to all the thoughts and prejudices that anyway keep me company 24-hours a day.
And it's only by going nowhere -- by sitting still or letting my mind relax -- that I find that the thoughts are far fresher and more imaginative than the ones I consciously seek out.
The point of gathering stillness is not to enrich the sanctuary or mountaintop but to bring that calm into the motion, the commotion of the world.
And why were so many hastening to concerts delivered by a monk in his late 70s? Perhaps they longed to be taken back to a place of trust - which is what Nowhere is, at heart - where they could speak and listen with something deeper than their social selves and be returned to a penetrating intimacy.
In an age of speed, I began to think, nothing could be more invigorating than going slow; in an age of distraction, nothing can feel more luxurious than paying attention; and in an age of constant movement, nothing is more urgent than sitting still.
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The Photography:
The images in this book were all taken by Icelandic/Canadian photographer Eydis Luna Einarsdottir. Einarsdottir began her visual journey at a young age, influenced by her father -- an avid photographer -- her artist mother, and the Icelandic light and landscape. Detail, contrast, and simplicity best describe her photography.
Artist's Statement:
Stillness, the word itself brings me right back to one of the few places I have ever found perfect stillness in mind and body: Iceland.
Every year I travel from my home in Vancouver, Canada, to Iceland. I don't stay in the city much; instead, I head out to my parents' quiet lakeside cabin to take a rest from the self-imposed stress of my life and to experience peace and quietness.
To me, these travels are not so much a photographic exploration as a time to visit with my parents. The camera simply comes along. However, with the breathtaking views and beautiful light Iceland offers, a stop here and there is inevitable.
As soon as I take out my camera I find that stillness within, that deep sense of peace that I crave every day. I get lost in such a beautiful way that it's hard to describe. It's as though I find a piece of me that I had lost without really knowing that I lost it. As I sit quietly looking through the viewfinder, my senses become heightened. The smell of the earth makes me feel grounded; the sound of waves crashing or grass rustling in the wind or the bleating of a lone sheep in the distance makes me feel so alive; and the vastness of what I see makes me feel expansive. This is what it is like to be in the Now, which is really just to be still in mind and body. They are not an attempt to capture the perfect image, but to capture the feeling I experience as I witness the things in front of me.
The images in this book were all taken by Icelandic/Canadian photographer Eydis Luna Einarsdottir. Einarsdottir began her visual journey at a young age, influenced by her father -- an avid photographer -- her artist mother, and the Icelandic light and landscape. Detail, contrast, and simplicity best describe her photography.
Artist's Statement:
Stillness, the word itself brings me right back to one of the few places I have ever found perfect stillness in mind and body: Iceland.
Every year I travel from my home in Vancouver, Canada, to Iceland. I don't stay in the city much; instead, I head out to my parents' quiet lakeside cabin to take a rest from the self-imposed stress of my life and to experience peace and quietness.
To me, these travels are not so much a photographic exploration as a time to visit with my parents. The camera simply comes along. However, with the breathtaking views and beautiful light Iceland offers, a stop here and there is inevitable.
As soon as I take out my camera I find that stillness within, that deep sense of peace that I crave every day. I get lost in such a beautiful way that it's hard to describe. It's as though I find a piece of me that I had lost without really knowing that I lost it. As I sit quietly looking through the viewfinder, my senses become heightened. The smell of the earth makes me feel grounded; the sound of waves crashing or grass rustling in the wind or the bleating of a lone sheep in the distance makes me feel so alive; and the vastness of what I see makes me feel expansive. This is what it is like to be in the Now, which is really just to be still in mind and body. They are not an attempt to capture the perfect image, but to capture the feeling I experience as I witness the things in front of me.