Silence erupts like a cacophony of sound. You ask, how can that be? Silence is silence, isn’t it?
Stop and listen again, is it really silence. Not for me. When I am in silence I hear so much more than I do with my physical ears. The voices of people, the noise of traffic, the hum of electronics, motors, lawn mowers, garbage trucks, dog yaps all seem to fade away and what I hear is the cacophony of my own inner voice/voices all so happy that I’ve taken some time to be in stillness so that I can finally hear them clearly. I even hear my body saying, “At last, she’s here. She’s listening. How can I get her to understand what’s important for me/us/her?”
Voices bubble up, collide and recede.
I stop, I listen and allow the one that I long to hear to come forth. This is the voice of my soul, the wise voice that knows who I am, why I am, and what I am to do. The voices of my “shoulds” fall away. The voice I still hear that sounds like my mother criticizing, helping, sharing “for my own good” recedes, quiets and finally is silent. The voice of my boss, the voices of the news telling me all that I should be afraid of or angry about, the commercials urging me always to buy more and more so that I will be safe, beautiful, desirable, stylish and smart goes into the hush. I hear only that small quiet voice whispering, “All is well. Love is. I am.” I’m laughing now, I/she/we are singing Neil Diamonds’ song “I Am I Said” and the words touch me deeply.