she 'd change into shorts and a halter and spend an hour or so in quiet ( exaltation ) meditation , feeling the floor beneath her turn into a deck which heaved slowly up and down , listening to the animals moo and low and baa , feeling the light of a different sun , waiting for the magic moment-she was sure it would come if she held the splinter long enough , if she remained very , very quiet and very , very prayerfulwhen the bow of the huge , lumbering boat should come to rest on the mountain top with a low grinding sound .