There are words I could type here. Stories I could tell.
But what if, instead of words, we turned to quiet.
Also: The Quiet Place Project.
And this: Breathing Space.
This silence, this moment, every moment, if it’s genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There’s nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, ‘Be more silent.’ Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
~ Billy Collins
There is the sudden silence of the crowdabove a player not moving on the field,and the silence of the orchid.
The silence of the falling vasebefore it strikes the ﬂoor,the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.
The stillness of the cup and the water in it,the silence of the moonand the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
The silence when I hold you to my chest,the silence of the window above us,and the silence when you rise and turn away.
And there is the silence of this morningwhich I have broken with my pen,a silence that had piled up all night
like snow falling in the darkness of the house—the silence before I wrote a wordand the poorer silence now.