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Saturday, November 22, 2008

I Can Hear the Silence

It's been a long time since I've sat in a quiet room.

Even in my semi-private office at work, I can hear my colleagues talking and rummaging about. The phones are ringing, a computer softly dings to signal the arrival of new email messages.

At home, I usually have the television or iPod on, or a machine running somewhere, or am talking to my spouse, or soothing demanding kitties.

But not today. I'm ensconced on the loveseat, surrounded by pillows and a fleece blanket. The kitties are sound asleep, worn out from their overjoyed playing because mom and dad are home. Kelly's excused himself for a nap (talk about a rarity - a sure sign he's sick) and I just can't be bothered to do much with the laundry. I even have the tv on mute.

It's quiet.

I hadn't realized before how refreshing quiet can be. It's almost as though in the hustle and bustle of life, I've exiled silence and I don't know why. Does go-go-go equal noise-and-more-noise?

What I do know is that I've had several hours of stillness and I don't feel drained. In fact, I feel like a small part of me is reveling in the small sounds of life. The clicking of computer keys. The hum of the heating system. The soft sigh of a sleeping kitty.

How can the quiet be so full and so empty at the same time? And why do I feel so full for having sat in the emptiness for so long?

2 comments:

  1. I've gotten into the habit of driving across town with the radio or CD player off. It's about the only silence I have in my life until after Little Mister's bedtime.

    Try it sometime - you might like it, too.

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  2. I actually love to drive with no music on and no kids. I just sit, drive, and think. Or riding in the car when I am tired and the kids are already out. Mainly from Manhattan to KC later in the evening.

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