Silence
I stopped in the bookstore to pick up
for J. A fun read for us both.
I love the cover, where it says:
"The Original Farmer's Almanac
'Useful, with a pleasant degree of humor'"
Who couldn't use that?!
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Anyway, I had no plan to purchase a book for me, as I am reading two right now.
But I saw this one and well, you know how it goes.
Maybe you can't judge a book by its cover, but said cover can sure reel you in!
Anyway, you pick up the book, just to glance through it,
and something catches your eye,
your curiosity, your heart.
That's what happened to me.
So now I'm also reading this little treasure:
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I'm only on page 32 and already finding it so thought provoking.
I've been sent on one of those 'one thought leads to another' adventures.
My thoughts moved from silence to "quiet" as it applies to introverts...
and this book,
(which is probably in my recent books post).
This led me to remember this delicious children's book:
I've always loved the clever ideas presented here
about all the different kinds of quiet.
Of course, "Silence..." is beginning to talk about more that the
sounds of silence...
which leads me to this song Sounds of Silence.
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In the book, Kagge mentions silence in nature,
the silence within...
There are lovely passages, a quote and ideas to ponder
(the best kind, right?!).
While reading I reflect on that old quote I love
(probably already place on this blog somewhere!)
"Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for -- sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive or quiet and calm" ~Andre Kostelanetz
So, if you have personal sounds, do you have personal silence too?
I do.
The complete absence of sound when I quiet my breathing in the deep dark of night, for those moments when the world disappears.
The split second when you drive under a freeway overpass in the rain..
the rain stops suddenly.
And even if your radio is on, for that moment hanging in time, you hear nothing.
Lastly, I consider as I become more reflective as I age, do I also become quieter?
I think my mother did.
Her voice barely above a whisper while ordering in a restaurant.
Was she also more familiar with the silence within?
Looking forward to page 34.
May you find places of pondering and silence,
xo
Photographs by NAE ©2018
