Yes, there is a sound to the quiet in our lives. I realize this on a daily basis since I live by myself.
When I wake up in the morning, I can hear the sounds of the house in the quiet of the morning hours. Perhaps it is because it is still dark outside that my other senses are heightened, but there is a rhythm to the quiet of the morning. The house shares its sounds as though it were trying to explain what has happened here in days gone by. There are creaks that are not supernatural, but rather comforting in knowing that this house has stories, this house has a history, and I am now part of that history. What stories of the quiet will be shared with others when I am no longer here? That will remain to be seen.
It is said, because everything happens vibrationally, that all sounds are still available if we were to have the technology to tap into them. We could once again hear Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, John Kennedy’s Inaugural Address, and the sound of your child’s first word. But now, it all remains strangely quiet, or so we think.
There are other kinds of quiet, and these are the ones I enjoy the most. There is the quiet of nature and all of its beauty. We hear the noise of nature in the quiet of nature. That sounds a bit odd, I realize, but it is in the slowing down of ourselves that we are really able to pick out individual sounds of nature, rather than the cacophony of the symphony it plays on a minute by minute basis.
We can listen to the manufactured sounds around us like music, the sound of our voices, cars passing on the street to such an extent that we are unaware of the sounds of nature. Then, if we quiet those noises and begin to withdraw from those sounds, we can begin to pick out the individual sounds of birds, or even the rustling of leaves in a breeze. These are noises, but they are also part of the quiet. The hush, the magical part of nature that is quiet yet creates that symphony.
There is another kind of quiet that is even more soundless and that is the quiet of the falling snow. If you go out during a showfall you can know it
is quiet but you can actually hear the quiet of the snowfall. It is one of the most wonderous example of quiet noise that I experience. If you have never opened the door and stepped outside during a snowfall, try it the next time and you will see what I mean...... You too will be able to listen to the quiet.
Something To Ponder