I love silence.
Ours is a quiet household. With only my husband and I and two small dogs in the last house at the end of a cul de sac, silence is a given. Canals on two sides, gardens on the other, similar neighbors across the road, oh yes, it’s not hard to have silence.
There are exceptions, of course. Our two tiny dogs do not care for delivery men or anyone turning around in front of our house. One would swear we are under attack as boredom is relieved. They lurk on the living room furniture and love to indulge in a bark fest at the sign of roadside activity.
But mostly it is the sound of a squirrel chattering, a heron squawking in fly by, a boat chuffing past slowly. This is a no-wake zone, so we don’t have yahoos tearing up the water as they roar past.
I crave silence. I need solitude.
I’m up at 5.00 am so I can have total peace and quiet and withdrawal into a world where I’m so close to my Maker. I read I study, I stop to dwell on scripture. In the background, there is the slow rhythmic tic-tock of a clock in the shape of a sunflower. I bought that in a mad moment thinking to put it on our boat and then couldn’t find a big enough space!
The poodle, Louie, deserted the family bed and is lying in a basket next to me, snuffling and emitting gentle little snores.
Soon the rest of the household will wake. Morning greetings exchanged. And aging as we are, the first question always is –
“How did you sleep?”
Ah, how the mighty have fallen! No more discussion and anticipation of the coming workday, no rushing to get ready to join the traffic and get to the office, no gulping down of coffee and sequestering the remainder in a travel mug –
No, just a good morning hug and a cup of coffee before taking the dogs for a walk
More silence. More solitude. My husband heads one way, I head the other. With luck, I have long stretches without encountering anyone. I sing. I pray. I look up at the sky and thank God for the life He destined for me.
“The [boundary] lines [of the land] have fallen for me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me.”
The silence wraps itself around me. Takes on a life of its own. The magic enfolds me. I am blessed beyond measure.
“The silence of the Creator is thunderous,
Drowning out everything else,
And hiding in endless creativity “(Thomas Keating, “Out of a Stone”)