A quiet space
The Tao seems nonexistent,
but it is the basis of existence. The universe, the earth, and everything in it
comes from existence,
but existence comes from nonexistence.
— Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching (p. 40), Ancient Renewal, Kindle Edition
I slept a little better but not great.
I'll be fine — no really. I've been here before; I'll take it easy today, although I do fancy a wild swim on Dartmoor (daughter #3 will be up for it — she always is).
The above title and picture is no accident. It's where I'd love to be now — or a Devon equivalent. You see, I'm missing the silence of early lockdown.
No, I'm really missing it.
I can't say everything's back to normal but as soon as I step outside, BOOM, there it is! That infernal, torrid background noise, cars everywhere (the air smells dirty) and it's like nothing ever happened.
Sorry, that makes me sound so miserable. But I can't help feel that my soul is not equipped to withstand the tyranny of another onslaught of noise, pollution and doing — or not for very long.
What do I mean?
I can't possibly know what floats your boat or how you're wired, but it's my belief (sitting on my lofty perch 😂) that silence is our natural home (see the work of my good friend, Ando). We're not meant for the hurry-scurry, always-on world we've made for ourselves. I mean, just look at the level of distraction we're now plugged into — social media being the latest, crippling incarnation. Take all that away — especially the bloody mobile phone — and what's left?
having to be with yourself — all body, mind and soul.
Is that why we're so scared of or avoid silence? I don't know. But when you realise that you're not your thoughts, notwithstanding the apparent hold they have over us, and see that they flow naturally much like my beloved River Dart and there's nothing we can do to orientate them one way or the other, life becomes a lot easier.
I realise that, once again, I'm opining on something very personal and perhaps trying too hard to convince you dear readers of the universal application of silence and quietude but that's not my intention.
All I'm inviting is for you to consider your actual experience of silence.
Inherently, do you feel better or a lot worse or, quite frankly, couldn't give a stuff either way?
I'd love to know.
Have a wonderful Sunday.
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