It is a mirror that reflects back to us our thoughts, bare and open.
The quiet at times can be a cocoon that wraps us in a comforting, almost holy… stillness.
At peace in the company of our my own thoughts and dreams, I love to retreat to this space away from the frantic noise of the world.
Stop a moment.
I allow myself to feel the stillness, to rest into the arms of quiet. Make a habit of time away.
Silence is powerful. Silence allows cells to grow, bodies to heal. Scientific studies in the last few years have shown strong evidence for the power of silence on our brain.
Still, most people are uncomfortable with silence and feel the need to fill it with something, laughter, conversation, music, TV… anything.
As and artist I find I especially need this time to retreat. Everyday I absorb and reflect the world around me. Art is a way I am able to process all that I feel, but in the hussle and push of modern life, I don’t get time to create as much as I need to. Busy family life, personal goals, physical pain, all drive me along each day at a pace that I constantly pull and tug against. This life is exactly what I want, and I am grateful for every bit of every day. However, balance seems like it is always just out of my reach, and many times I find myself in a desert of creativity. Dry parched, exhausted in every way. I see what I need, but it is a canyon that yawns between the daily demands and the creative space I need. That time away to create and think and be still that my mind and soul is so desperately longing for is a constant struggle. Even when I have the time, I am at battle with my own guilt and distraction until I finally surrender to the creative expression that settles me.
It is the struggle of an artist’s heart, but maybe it is the same struggle for everyone, just in different forms...
Why do we continually run from the quiet we know we need, what are we so afraid of?
The solitude of quiet is not always a resting place. In the defining quiet, It can feel dry and lonely, void of inspiration and reward. At times the silence can be a torture, a space in my head of worry or pain. Where memories or hopes swirl in distraction and chaos. But maybe it is really that on our own, we are our worst enemy and in the absence of distraction, we come to face with all that holds us back.
Or, could it be, that it is in the silence we most often meet our sadness and close behind that, our anger and fear.
It is said, that to be human means to experience sadness, so we are not alone, it is not uncommon to anyone. What if we embraced our sadness instead of running from it? What if we just sit with it for a while, look deep into the face of our own grief or fear… even our anger. Allow ourselves to shout, cry, move, feel everything until we can be still. And in that moment, we may realize that the Creator (God with us), is there, quietly holding us in the silence and depth of our emotion. As we sit with our emotion, we are finally able to untangle our fists and release our grip on sadness, in turn, feel the release of its grip on us.
It is often in the hollow of this quiet when we may begin to think when nothing is happening, that we are most able to hear our soul song. The quiet allows healing, it creates space in our hearts for joy. In the stillness creativity blooms, and we are able to hear the whisper of the Divine and have the clarity to adjust our sails to the winds of purpose.
So breathe... find beauty in the quiet parts of your heart or week, or year. Embrace all that the silence holds, let the stillness fill you with gratitude, creativity, and purpose.