The week has been full of necessary words – read, spoken, heard, written, thought. Personal. Professional. And it’s only Tuesday.
More than ever silent interludes are claiming my gratitude and replenishing my equilibrium and passion for life. I linger over teeth brushing. Relish dishwashing’s contemplation. Treat myself to meditation under the stars at night and on the exercise bike in the morning.
Slipping into silence reminds me of the spring buckeye poised to unfurl; both being ripe with potential and unfolding beauty. Both of sacred design. Both so enticing and pleasing during these busy days of spring.
What do you enjoy most about inner or outer silence? Or both? And how do you cultivate silence in your life?