Silence is something I appreciate. Though if you have ever been with me you are probably scratching your head thinking to yourself, "Huh? That girl likes to talk, non stop, a chatter box. When has she ever been silent?"
In my defense I am ying and yang when it comes to this subject.
Talkative yes, silent when alone. I can spend hours, and need to spend hours, in silence.
I suppose that is why I like to work alone.
When we were renovating the apartment in Paris I quickly recalled how loud a city can be. Sure we were tearing down walls, drilling holes, hammering… but there was also the ever present sounds of the city. At the end of the day I longed to open the window and listen to the soft stir of calmness.
Living in the country, or I should say a small town like I do, silence is part of the attraction.
The hidden choir of sounds circling about around home are: Children playing at recess from the school, the clicking sound when I tap the computer keys, the church bells, the mistral (wind), the hum of the light bulb, the cat climbing into our courtyard, the splash of the fish tail, Yann running up and down the stairs from one floor to the next, my heart beat…
There are layers of sounds amongst us…
The external sounds around and about that can be familiar enough that they cease to exist.
The internal sounds within us, our thoughts, the levels of consciousness that speak within us from sunrise to sunset, some can silent their internal voices, most cannot.
Others find silence ackward, and listen to white noise as a mantra.
What are the sounds from your inner tabernacle?
Listening as an artform.
Taking time to listen beyond the words, beyond the why, when, what, when, how…
Letting silence speak in song.
At any given moment to take time to hear five different sounds that surround you, that are speaking within you, that are trying to lead you…
Today listening to my breathing, trusting its message.
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