It has been said that silence is golden.
And I’ve often wondered what that meant.
Might have figured this one out.
Silence is meditation–going within ones self to find true purpose and meaning.
Silence is energy as we quietly gain strength to accomplish our daily tasks.
Silence is serenely finding a peace that is constantly trying to elude us.
Silence echoes the magnification of a raindrop on a windowsill, or a cricket in the still of the night.
Silence is prayer as we ask a superior power for guidance.
Silence is respect for a grieving friend.
There is so much static in our world, so much extraneous noise that needs to be constantly filtered, so many voices clamoring for attention.
So treasure the early morning whispers of wind, and the late night exhaustion that limits your words.
As Henry Miller wrote in “Tropic of Cancer,” I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
Silence really is golden.
And thankfully it is something we all can afford.