The Silence

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The Silence. Something we have become uncomfortable with. Our lives are filled with so much noise; so much so it has infected us and we find it difficult to sleep because of the myriad things that flit and flutter around our minds. Even when the external noise fades away, we allow our thoughts to fill the void.

The Silence is the moment the day is done and we sit alone; faced with nothing else, and no one else, except ourselves.

The Silence is the moment when two lovers have no more words and the tears fall hot and heavy.

The Silence is the moment when the parent finishes scolding the teenager that they worked so hard to instil with the correct values.

The Silence is the moment when the conversation stops and the following sentences can bring either bring a new chapter or the end of the story.

The Silence leaves us anxious because we feel responsible for her. We feel a need to fill her. We view her as an emptiness we are required to fill – for anything else, leaving her hanging there, is terrifying.

The Silence might be gentle but she is insurmountably strong.

You see, we panic without the noise. We long for it. This noise, this chaos; they keep The Silence at bay. She will not come near you unless she is invited – she will not sit with you until you hold the space for her.

The Silence might be strong but she will not force her way into your life.

When she descends, she only serves to remind us of the truth because she allows the opportunity to hear and feel; hear your thoughts, feel your desires, to know yourself. The Silence reflects back to us what we try to hide, to bury, deep within the chaos of everyday life.

The Silence might only descend when invited but she only comes to reveal the truth.

The modern world is so full of noise, darling. Always kicking up a fuss, scattering dust, and causing us to be temporarily blinded, feeling our way through the barrier of sound…

The Silence…perhaps it’s time to stop fighting her and allow her to hold us in a sacred space.

You see, it is in The Silence that the flowers grow from seed to full bloom. The foetus develops and grows stronger. The snow falls and settles on the land. The dew drops form and cause the grass to glitter. The seasons change from Winter to Spring. The spider weaves her intricate web. The caterpillar forms wings and becomes the butterfly. The rainbow glows after the rain…

The Silence is holy and beautiful and pregnant with possibility.

The Silence is the moment the day is done and we sit alone; faced with nothing else, and no one else, except ourselves…
and we have the space to question what we truly want in life, if we are happy, and we can awaken new dreams, desires, and possibilities.

The Silence is the moment when two lovers have no more words and the tears fall hot and heavy…
and they have the space to recognise the deep love they have for each other and to reflect on positive moments, allowing the negativity to settle into dust.

The Silence is the moment when the parent finishes scolding the teenager that they worked so hard to instil with the correct values…
and they leave the space open for contemplation, actions to be considered, apologies to be made, and reconciliation to thrive.

The Silence is the moment when the conversation stops and the following sentences can bring either bring a new chapter or the end of the story…
and the space is open for consideration of what needs to be said to continue the chapter and leave the past behind.

The Silence need not be denied, controlled, or filled.
Let her catch up with you and stop suffocating yourself under the weight of the noise.
She is open and she is what is needed to bring you life.

 

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