The quiet. It’s quiet as I type this. That’s how I hear my thoughts the best. Or, maybe the truest. The thoughts that speak honestly about my life, love, uncertainties and convictions. The ones that answer the questions I try to ask; if I’m truly listening well enough. If I’m truly asking honestly enough.
We’ve lost a lot of the quiet, I think. We’ve become a bit too uncomfortable with it. Or, too preoccupied….for sure, too preoccupied. And actually, for sure, too uncomfortable.
Many of us actually yearn to reach for the quiet; occasionally consciously but often subconsciously. Our higher self needs it and so attempts to channel through to our ‘lower’ self. But, we don’t really know how to get there. Or, if we do get there, we don’t really know what to do with it.
We don’t cultivate our being to include the quiet very often. A little bit by choice, a little bit not. The world is an infinitely hectic (and dramatic) place, more so with every passing year, it seems. And so, quiet becomes more foreign and foreign to us. We drift further and further away from balance, only to recalibrate a new balance point on an unbalanced platform; becoming, basically, “accustomed” to chaos. A short lived proposition, at best. Unsustainable. Healthily, at least.
The quiet is where we get back connection to our self; to the truth. This isn’t the quiet while sitting in a waiting room thumbing social media. This isn’t the quiet while running on a treadmill with your headphones on. This isn’t the quiet while reading a book. This is the quiet where all you can hear are your footsteps and the trees breathing around you. This is quiet where all you can hear are your tires on the highway and the stars twinkling in the night sky above you. This is the quiet where all you can hear is your heart in your chest and the universe around you.
We don’t use or take time for this quiet. But, it’s the realest of real. There is a lot to be heard in the quiet. The truth is always there. What’s real scares us. The truth scares us because it’s never promised to always be good. But, the truth is always true. It’s always the direction to go in. The quiet will tell us everything about ourselves. And, actually, in the midst of chaos, we can find the quiet. We can find calmness. We can find when we’ve said enough or, maybe, not enough. We can find how to listen. Not just to what’s on the outside, but of what’s on the inside. We will find where we haven’t lived our truth in the quiet. The quiet is not silence. The power of quiet is connection. Whether it’s the Universe or God, your Heart or that part of you that knows better than the rest of you; that’s in the quiet when you consciously try to connect to it.
It is there. Maybe with the lights dim or in the shadow of the moon, a candle burning or the sound of outer space in the background; the quiet is deafening.
Be Love.
