This is where silence has brought me
Now, standing by the shore, I am as filled with awe and
thankfulness as on that January afternoon. In this moment, I am
sustained by a sense of wonder and peace, humbled by life, and
respectful of it, connected to the planet and her people, and to
something much greater than myself, an invisible essence for which I
have no language. I live in its mystery, content to let it be revealed. I
do not have to name it. It is enough to know its truth.
This is where silence has brought me.
Silence is not an absence but a presence
Lindbergh wrote more than fifty years ago, "Not knowing how to feed
the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distractions. Instead of
stilling the center, the axis of the wheel, we add more centrifugal
activities to our lives -- which tend to throw us off balance."
But our spirit has an instinct for silence. Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space, a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.
~ from LISTENING BELOW THE NOISE by Anne D. LeClaire
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Anne site here
But our spirit has an instinct for silence. Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space, a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.
~ from LISTENING BELOW THE NOISE by Anne D. LeClaire
Anne site here
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