Today was a quiet day. I really, really like quiet. It gives me space and time to think and not think, and to just be.
But when I think about it, is it ever really completely quiet? No. There is always sound. Always. And if I stop to listen, I will hear it. The air conditioner running. The refrigerator. A bird calling. The wind. A far off truck rumbling down a highway. Maybe even a lawnmower (although I rarely miss hearing those!!)
Really what I notice is the more still and quiet I am inside, the more I notice these other things that are present with me now. This is true for noticing the more subtle aspects of my personality as well. Things may go unnoticed–an irritation with someone, a nagging feeling that something isn’t quite right in a situation, a physical discomfort–until we get very quiet and still within.
I love a quote by William Butler Yeats,
“We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.”
What more is there to say than that?