“Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows.” Native American Proverb
Doing nothing, sitting still, yet still listening.
The deafening sound of silence could drive some mad, and yet to others it is the foundation of reconstruction. In the quiet, you may actually hear the humming of your brain.
There are times, I just sit mesmerized while allowing my eyes to scour the room stopping at each window to gaze upon a color fusion filtering through the panes. The subtle background noises blend into a cohesive white noise below volume one qualifying a nearly silent state.
And here is where the peaceful calm washes over my overexertion of the day. As I sit in the space of uninterrupted quiet, I find the time to hear what matters. Lessons of the heart actively yearning to find me receptive, untethered by the bustling activities of motion bound by the restrictions of time.
What I need to learn is not always what I want to hear. Yet, I acquiesce to the silent message as it finds a path directly to my heart.
At that moment when a search for explanations begins, the untainted silence is shattered.
-Erika K RothwellLoading Likes...