I’ve been silent here on the blog for a few weeks now. As often happens, I’ve been distracted by other life events. My mind has been busy, busy, busy formulating plans and trying to figure things out. When my mind is busy in this way, there appears to be no silence in my life.
I’m big fan of silence. When I am working on a tapestry or even knitting, I often do it in silence. It is rare for me to switch on some music or listen to a podcast when I am in the midst of creative work. Lately I have been listening to talks while walking but have to admit that I was somewhat relieved when my earbuds went missing a few days ago and I just walked in silence.
I frequently jump into the car and go for drives in the beautiful area in which I reside. Rarely do I turn on the radio. It often takes some time for the chatter in my mind to settle down so that I can truly listen to the silence. I have taken many long distance trips by myself in the car. Even on these longer journeys, silence is my mainstay.
Of course, it is rare to have true silence. Sounds of the highway or of nature accompany my thoughts. Having experienced nerve damage from spending too many hours with a power sprayer in my previous life of remodeling houses, I have constant ringing in my ears. My awareness of this can be blocked with ambient noise but in true silence, they ring loud and clear.
When I was a social worker, I often did home visits. I was always amazed to find families living in homes where the television was never off, where music was blaring in one room while the tv was on in the next, where there was always a background of noise, noise, noise. It made me feel so lucky to have moments of silence in the car as I traveled from visit to visit.
Now this may lead you to the conclusion that I am a very quiet person. Such is not the case. In fact, I remember quite distinctly my mom telling me when I was four, with a degree of exasperation only understood in adulthood, that I was “such a chatterbox!” Upon first meeting people often think that I am quiet but once they get to know me a bit they realize my nature is more boisterous than first imagined.
But silence is my friend. I crave silence. I revel in silence. I replenish in silence. I breathe in silence. It is through deep silence that I find my center once again. What about you?