Rarely is silence truly heard. Quiet yes, where one can hear a distance car or white noise in the background. Utter silence where my other sense become more apparent that is silence. The gift of silence is the space it opens within us, anew room within ourselves to enter.
Our friends Arnelle and Rodger offered their amazing home to us for a "family moon" they called it. A gift to baby Gabriel, a time for our family to be together. Unfortunately, it did not work out when Sacha was here. We have simply enjoyed ever single minute together in their enchanting universe.
Today was the first day my wrist did not hurt.
While sitting by the pool reading I heard an unfamiliar brief sound, it came from above but I couldn't imagine what it could be.
I looked around and saw nothing but blue skies, the olive trees, the last tiny blooms on the lavender plants and the stone walls. The sound came again, I saw two birds, was the sound of bird's wings? I couldn't believe that to be true. So I waited to hear again believing I was mistaken. Then two doves flew overhead and not only did I hear the same sound but I saw their wings flutter the same moment as I heard them.
The gift of silence is hearing sounds that rarely are heard within all the noise that deafens the song of nature.
Later as I took a walk down the lane along the stonewall, passed the fields of grapevines full of fruit nearly ready for harvest, with crickets singing I heard the wind rustling through the dry wildflowers.
Enchanting the simplicity of this moment, the gift so freely giving and so often not seen.
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