Maybe that is the next blog name or perhaps a movie... That is how many are in the gazebo this afternoon. Mind you this is not abnormal at all. It seems as if, when I am home alone, I am never really alone and that is perfectly ok with me. There is a sacred rhythm that a cat's head nudge or a dog at your feet brings. The sacredness of companionship without words.
We have this sometimes with friends, family, our significant other. Sometimes it comes while sitting in the same space, in that lovely silence where one does not feel compelled to fill it with talk. Sometimes it is on a walk where the falling leaves are the only voice needed. It is in the rise and fall of a baby chest during nap. It is in the hospital room with the bbrrr of the machines that guard life. It is all around us. The thing is, sometimes I just don't allow myself to slow down to hear it. Sometimes the silence feels scary because i get thinking about things that brings anxiety.
Over the past months, I have been learning to pay attention to those things that bring anxiety. In fact, I have been learning to let anxiety be my teacher and in that, I have also found that I can enjoy the silence. I can let the silence speak it's own message. The silence brings great wisdom and healing, if only I take the time to listen.
The gazebo seems a bit quiet today. However, if I lean into the silence this is what i hear: children's laughter, 4 or 5 different birds chirping, a purring cat and a snoring dog, the breeze blowing through the trees, the guy up the road getting his race car ready for tonights race. In reality, silence isn't a vacuum of noise, rather it is listening to life on a different level than we are accustomed. There are a lot of exciting surprises at this level.
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