It is such a rare luxury, particularly with a four year old in tow.
A four year old whom I beg at least once a day for two minutes of silence.
Sometimes I need to be in a place where all noise is gone, the noise of everyday life. A place where there is no cell phone reception, no electricity, no man-made noise. I want to be swallowed up in silence.
I long for quiet moments of pure nothingness.
Have you ever been still for a minute, closed your eyes and listened?
It’s a beautiful and peaceful experience.
I’m not one to meditate, but if I try really hard, I can almost reach an inner stillness and find a way to let the rhythm calm me.
Bearing witness to my own breath entering and leaving my body.
My own beating heart.
The drone hum of the refrigerator.
Rustling of leaves outside my window.
The familiar jingle of the tags on my dog’s collar.
Steady turning of pages.
Soft tapping on a keyboard.
Steady oscillating fan.
Silence can be both positive and negative, deafening or sweet reprieve.
It’s that five (or two) necessary minutes I need to calm my thoughts, take a deep cleansing breath and move on to the next task.
What does your silence sound like?