The Rhythm of Silence…

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For an entire week the words have refused to come.

Every ounce of whatever limited writing essence I poses has been lurking in that maddeningly elusive corner of the brain where all similarly critical talents and vital bits of information vanish from time to time…

The location of my car keys, the date of my youngest’s next doctor appointment, the name of that mom I met at my eldest’s ballet class, how to use a hula hoop, the password to that extra email account. They all fall into that same personal black hole of mine at some point or another and there’s nothing to do for it, save sit here and wait for them to rattle themselves back out.

So here I sit. Grasping at thoughts that vanish like drops of Saharan rain, evanescing long before they ever hit the ground.

And it occurs to me that this place is familiar. I’ve been here before. I know this place where I feel devoid of words and crave solitude.

As my thoughts wander along this solitary path, I find myself puzzling for an answer as to why I have been working so hard to attempt badger myself away from it. It’s a pleasant place.

Refreshing. Renewing. Reviving.

As more thoughts flit in and out and about, I begin to recognize that there is a rhythm to my silence and my need for it. The fact that I am here once again isn’t so strange, really. In a way it’s comforting.

It’s comforting because I’ve come full circle once more. There’s an ease in knowing that there’s a rhythm to it. Reassurance in knowing that this isn’t a static place where I am trapped, but a dynamic flowing place where I can slow down, subdue my priorities and regroup as I drift back towards a more vibrant place where I will inevitably be once again filled with words and a longing for conversation.

So perhaps this silence in my soul isn’t such a bad thing. Perhaps it’s OK to have nothing much to say now and then. Perhaps the rhythm of my own silence knows me better than I know myself. Like as not, it’s there for a reason.

The take-home value from all this introspection?

Don’t beat yourself up over where you are in this journey, believing that you ought to be someplace else, be someone that your not, or feel something that you don’t.

You are where you are. You are who you are. You feel what you feel.

Take what you have.

Learn and grow from it. Allow yourself the permission to take moments to indulge in what your soul needs to learn, grow, grieve, heal, and soar. Draw strength and courage from the grace to be found within each moment.

Want to pull up a seat and enjoy the stillness with me for a moment?

Promise I won’t talk your ear off..

S2

 

And This Too Shall Pass Away…

“It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: ‘And this, too, shall pass away.’ How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!”

~Abraham Lincoln

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