[I'm participating in Gwen Bell's Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, in case you're all like, what's with the theme?]
Quiet moments have been few and far between this year. While I’m normally pretty good at shutting off the various insistent hootings and hollerings of the monkey brain, this year I’ve been hustling pretty much nonstop. So that, even when it’s good and right for me to relax, I haven’t really been able to.
It was different here, though. Here, the noise most often came from human voices (and not very many of them). Nights were truly silent. There was a stillness I recognized from summers during childhood, time spent in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. I think the stillness that lives in me recognized it, too. That stillness began to sing.
I love that you hear music in silence — that’s how you know you are happy.
I have no reference point to the sound of silence. In my life. In fact, the idea of it freaks me out a little. I can’t get quiet. Even at yoga. And I’m ok with that. Maybe one day.
The picture above is lovely!
SRW — It was beautiful. Thank you for reading!
Jim, I think it’s right to be okay with that. We’re made differently. I can’t survive without silence, just as surely as some people can’t survive with it. Thanks for stopping by! More of those photos here.