My Sacred Life Day 16

Silence.

A partner to rest, and something that is a comfort to me. When I'm without it too long, I desperately crave it.

Today I am grateful for silence.

For me, silence is sacred, as it provides the environment for me to contact my inner processes and Spirit.

Sometimes it's not until something is gone that we can fully appreciate it. Today construction workers have taken over the land right behind our forest, and it is a crazy-noisy day, with a constant really loud buzzing interrupted by loud booms when a tree falls or a backhoe drops dirt, and other unfamiliar intermittent loud noises. Eventually, though, darkness will fall, and the construction workers will leave, returning everything to silence once again.

I am so grateful that this is only temporary. And that I live in a richness of silence almost all the time.

I am so ultra-sensitive to my environment that I wonder how I would survive in a city atmosphere, and remember how unhappy I was living in urban Phoenix, where eventually our condo pulsed round-the-clock to the heavy stereo beat from boom boxes in neighboring units and cars, sometimes even competing with each other. Sometimes I think I'm like a hothouse plant in that I need such a specific environment just to survive, let alone thrive; however, it is how and who I am.


~Picture by LoveHubbie Mark