It has been a long long time since I have felt silence. You know the kind where you are in the dead of winter and you step outside your door to the deck or porch to a sound and symphony of silence. Its like the quiet sound from the winter blanket of snow and frozen sheets of ice laden heavily upon the earth and nearby water holding them down from making any rustle of noise. Or when the relatives leave after a long long and yes long visit with you. It is almost too deafening. The loss of the whirr and burr and whine and natter chatter has suddenly dissipated, leaving a wake of the surreal.
My house is still. An echoing of a tune lost by the pitter patter of little and big feet. Now it is only my dog’s tick tick tick from her nails or her yip yip from whatever she may hear or not. Hmmmm. Need to trade you in Maggie May for a new model. One that comes with an on and off yippity switch. Do muzzles really work?!.
Today it is the sound of a deep quiet that has been gone for quite awhile. Receiving a break from the daily and ever present din and hubbub from human or pet. It is a toss up where the noise originated. Could be from the technologies blaring in the ear, thump and patter of feet, morning ritual and chaos of getting ready for the day, the whine and dine of grandkids (love you anyway), side door banging from overuse of lets play inside, no outside, no inside. no outside. In other words, the birds have flown, returning to their near or far off nests to settle back into their own regular life. Leaving me to fend for myself. Oh my children, sign me up.
First of all, I am good to go. Second of all, I am good to go. And thirdly….well its all good. LOL. Joking aside one does not appreciate what and who you are about until change takes place. I realize I may have the tendencies to be a hermit. Just ask my daughters. I do not need to fill the silence with sound. And I am very comfortable with my own company, boring as that might be. I like silence and notice when I do not have it or get it for a period of time. It has nothing to do with my unconditional to the moon and back love for my family or friends. However, I am a bit of a contradiction in that it may not be silence in so much as the alone time craving. Yeah?
For upon reflection, I welcome the crazy swirl and curl of crashing waves as I stand before the sea near me, whilst the whip of the wind lashes its invisible rush of air upon my being. The power of the waves hurling toward the shore with its white caps bouncing every which way and hit the rocks. Whew! It sounds beautiful. Calming. Mighty. But later on in the exact same place, the sea becomes eerily quiet as its waves slowly move toward the red rocks and sandy shoreline like a gentle kiss caressing the shore.
And too I welcome the dining table where laughter and chatter transpire. Where family gathers together with all the crazy chaos of Thanksgiving celebration. Me giving thanks for moments like these given freely and unconditionally. I don’t hear anything but love.
A day or two ago my 4 year old granddaughter comes for a sleepover. Having been on my own for a couple of weeks, truly on my own, I realized I was missing her. The funny thing is when I opened the door to go inside my place, she said to me, “Why is it so quiet?” I smiled as I realized it was true. It is almost deafening to the ears.
I remember having gone to the Science Center in Toronto ON. There was a soundproof room that I entered into. It was absolutely astounding to be standing at the cusp of the doorstep, not hearing a peep except for my breathing. And yet before me, there were kids moving back and forth, people talking to one another and I standing just inside this room….I did not hear a thing. Wow!! Sign me up. LOL. But if I recalled correctly there was a pressure between my ears that I did not understand. Does noise impact us so much?
I guess I need a bit of both. Well here is to the noise and silence in life! Blessings.
Let us pray for those who need our prayers today. Amen
Karenpondering 