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Welcome! This is a place to share how we celebrate & deepen our relationship to Nature. Here you will find stories, images, & ideas about wilderness, human nature, & soulfulness. Drawing from the experiences of everyday living, the topics on this blog include: forays into the natural world, the writing life, community service, meditation, creativity, grief & loss, inspiration, & whatever else emerges from these. I invite you on this exploration of the wild within & outside of us: the inner/outer landscape.



Friday, August 31, 2012

Silence


Silence, an inner condition.

Thoughts racing marathons in some wet curl of my brain tissue, a spark of a synapse perhaps the only way to make tangible the inner fiery cacophony. How the blaze continues on without getting quenched by the liquids that are the conveyors of life! The antithesis of silence or peace:  the unquiet mind with sheer force and terrorist tactics wars on, raging some old battle already won or lost. But surely obsolete and impractical in the invitation to be present in this very singular and specific instant.

Silence, an outer condition.

Sitting atop the old inn’s ruins, desert viewscape, bare toes on hard dusty earth, dog running circles – glee in being free. All of a sudden like a wall of stony reality:  silence hits. Almost brutal in its force, almost a stranger again after thousands of silenceless moments. Glorious, desperately-needed silence. Breeze comes, before unnoticed but now, though pleasantly cooling, becomes a shocking auditory jolt in the landscape of no noise. It retreats back into the silence and the questions about eons of blaring: rotors, motors, alarms and yells recede into the blessed nothing of the Life-giving Silence.

Stillness. Silence. Solitude.

Stillness reminds me that silence will come. Silence enfolds me tenderly. Solitude, a single speck that is a gift in a lifetime of undeniable interwovenness. Like the spider webs spanning unseen the empty spaces, so too stillness and silence and solitude repair me to that interconnection with all. A moment to breathe. A moment to gather. A moment to be.

Silence is oh so underrated. Oh so underestimated. It is cheapened and devalued, made to seem unworthy, made to seem less than music, chatter, the need for a neatly manicured lawn or overhead surveillance. I will forego the grass clipping altogether; forsake Beethoven, momentarily; forge ahead sans trite chitchat; and opt out of helicopter enforcement of law and citizen safety. I will still the thoughts, no matter their screams for attention.

I will choose silence again and again.



All blog photographs taken by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted.