In this noisy world we live in, where production seems to be foremost on people's mind, especially in our American culture, one must find time to be alone in solitude in order to save one's soul. Living from the center of your being gives you more energy to concentrate on the task(s) before us. One day at a time, one thought at a time, one moment at a time. That is all we have the present moment.
Meditation and centering oneself is the act of being present at all times, it is praying without ceasing. If I am diligent and pay close attention to my surroundings it is amazing how I can go about my daily work, answer the telephone, greet visitors, do physical work and still be able to stay centered. It is an art that at first seems fruitless but the more I practice and see the results the more I find peace of mind and soul.
At times one needs to find a solitary place and leave all this behind. To go to the top of the mountain get renewed, refocused and come back down to take on my responsibilities.
MK 3:13 He went up the mountain and summoned those whom he wanted and they came to him.
MK 9:2 After six days Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves. And he was transfigured before them,
LK 6:12 In those days he departed to the mountain to pray, and he spent the night in prayer to God.
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!