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January 14, 2006


It's one of my favourite things in the world sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I like to have my music playing when I'm working ... and I can run on at the mouth if you get me talking about something I particularly enjoy or something I feel strongly about.


There's also something to be said for being still and simply being. Listening.

One of my favourite authors, Chaim Potok, wrote of a father who raised his son in silence because he wanted to teach the boy compassion to balance out his great intelligence. It was, of course, a horrible way to raise a child ... to never speak to him except when they were studying their religion. But, the boy, Danny, did learn compassion. And he learned to reach deep within himself and listen carefully to what was going on around him.

So many of us are so plugged in all the time. The TV is on, or the iPod, or radio ... or we fill the silence with the babbling words we reach for in those instances.

It may seem odd to many bloggers ... or website readers ... to think about time without words ... without sound.

And yet, the one thing I look forward to every week is having my moments of silence on the weekend. Whether it's because I've gone down to the basement to work or it's the moments of silence in church some Sunday mornings, or a morning driving to work with the radio turned off ... it's nice to reflect and be still for a while. To recharge the batteries, not just of the iPod, the laptop and the cell phone, but of my own brain. It's easier to remember what's important and what's not after I spend some time in silence. Somehow everything seems a little less frantic and a little more balanced.


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angie said:

I couldn't agree more. Sometimes my family will come home to me with no tv or radio on they think I am crazy! I crave silence often. At work, I have to be on the phone talking or listening at all times. When I get home, there is endless chatter from a 4 and 2 year old and a 14 year old who can't be out-talked by either of the other two. Silence, when I can get it, is a beautiful thing. Time to just think or to reflect is much needed and I look forward to it always.

January 14, 2006 8:06 PM

Silence is a hard thing to come by anymore... I'd cherish even a few minutes of utter silence, but that won't happen for a LONG time!!

January 15, 2006 11:24 AM


seawave said:

Excellent post, and excellent reminder. It is in these moments of silence that we are most able to connect with our own soul. Thank you for reminding me of how much I cherish my moments of silence.

January 15, 2006 11:47 PM

Silence is golden, but sound is security. I can liken it to putting on a hoodie and jumping into bed when my house is cold - sound just makes me feel more comfortable, wherever I am. Albeit I love disconnecting and just enjoying silence whenever I need a fix, but I just equate sound with safety. Immersing myself in sound is soothing and works in any mood, whether I'm listening to a fight song before I step on the lacrosse floor, or listening to my keyboard click as I write a post.

January 22, 2006 4:14 PM
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