On the sailboat alone is as close to silent as I can get. Sailboats running on the water aren’t truly silent, and there’s always someone else on the lake making noise. But it’s close to noiseless.
When I sit outside at night in the summer I listen for the Frogs and the crickets, the love songs of Mother Nature. Not silent at all. But close.
Silence is mostly a space I make inside me where God can move in. When I am still and non-anxious, when I am not thinking about who I should be calling or visiting or texting or what event needs to be planned, then silence widens within me and God resides there in that silent space.
In that space I am restored; lean toward wholeness, confront my misdeeds, and flow openly into oneness with all things. The space of silence allows me to be fully me.
Oh yes, I am grateful for silence.
Peace and Love,
Jerry
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