“The Vacation” by Anthony deMello
(from the book Wellsprings: A Book of Spiritual Exercises)
I imagine I retire to a lonely place
to give myself the gift of solitude,
for solitude is a time when I see things as they are.
What are the little things in life
that lack of solitude has magnified unduly?
What are the really big things
that I find too little time for?
Solitude is the time to make decisions.
What decisions do I need to make
at this juncture of my life?
I now make a decision
about the kind of day today shall be.
Will it be a day of doing?
I list the things I really want to do today.
Will it also be a day of being?
–no effort to achieve,
to get things done,
to gather or possess,
but just to be?
My life will not bear fruit
unless I learn the art of lying fallow,
the art of “wasting” time creatively.
So I decide what time to give to play,
to purposeless and unproductive interests,
to silence, intimacy, rest.
And I ask myself what I shall taste today.
and listen to