I'm sitting on my couch with my feet kicked up resting on my coffee table.
The lights are out, and everyone is asleep,
but me.
It's so quiet.
When I was younger I remember jumping into the car with my parents and the first thing I wanted to do was turn on the radio and crank it up.
Silence was awkward.
It was boring.
I never understood why my Mom always preferred to drive with the radio off, and beg us kids to "quiet down". I thought she was just chronically grumpy. (sorry mom for being so wrong).
I understand now.
Silence is wonderful.
It's peaceful.
It's non-demanding, and has no expectations.
It give me an opportunity to listen to myself for a change.
It lets me feel peace within myself.
The joyful and fun noise of childhood will return in the morning, and I will run and play and laugh and enjoy the noise.
But for now, I'm relishing the peace that only silence brings.
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