We listen too much to the telephone and we listen too little to nature. The wind is one of my sounds. A lonely sound, perhaps, but soothing. Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for—sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive, or quiet and calm… As a matter of fact, one of the greatest sounds of them all—and to me it is a sound—is utter, complete silence.
Technically, I am still on vacation. I return to work tomorrow so this is my last day of being noncommittal to a schedule and routine for 24 more hours. I have returned home from some time away, and I am sitting here on my porch basking in the quiet as I did at the beach.
Now, really, there is no pure quiet either at the beach or on this little farm, but in both places, I find sounds that soothe my soul and open my spirit to move beyond the day-to-day chatter of phones, computers and a teenage daughter.
At the ocean, waves became a mantra urging me, “Breathe in, breathe out.” I listened to their voices as they crashed against the shore then in a subtle decrescendo, rolled back across the sand. The breeze whispered, “Stretch,” and my body awakened in the morning light. As I searched the shore for shells, I had found a center, and it was in the quiet.
With my return to the mountains, I revel in the being that is growing grace farm. I lounge on my deck and listen to the girls search for bugs amidst the leaves, their voices cooing with delight. The Sunday morning birdsong from the choir in my trees fills the woods behind my house. Even frogs, delighting in last night’s rain, round out the bass section. I feel my spirit at peace, and it’s in the quiet.