A quick post about silence and peace.
As a child, I was noisy. I was rambunctious, gregarious, and downright loud. Always the one talking out of turn, sent to the a) corner, b) principals office, or c) over fathers knee for a spanking.
I thrived on the noise. I didn’t understand the value in silence, after all, what IS the value in silence?
Silence now fuels me. Peace can speak to me for hours – allowing each cell in my body time to breathe, renew, and reflect. Errant thoughts are pushed gently away, to come back when I allow them. For now – I am only reflecting on clarity.
Algonquin will always be my place of peace. The breath of the wind, the forests alive with it, the continual lapping of the water on the shore, or on the side of the canoe, and the recharge that naturally occurs in my body, my soul, and my universe is unmatched by any other vice. What is your place of peace?
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Hi Sarah,
Interesting article you have here. It reminds me of something that I have noticed in life. Sometimes the people who are making the most noise are not actually achieving anything. It is the people who are silent in the background who are getting on with it.
A quiet walk along a scenic route for an hour or two over the weekend can really re-charge batteries for the coming week.
Have a brilliant quiet weekend,
Cheers,
David
Thank you David,I couldn’t have said it better myself!