It’s hard to sit silent in an age when most of us live with noise nearly 24/7.
Out where I live, surrounded by grass and trees and plenty of room between me and my nearest neighbor, I am used to the quiet.
But it makes many folks uncomfortable.
They hasten to fill any empty airspace with chatter or nervous laughter or music or television or just about anything that means they don’t have to listen to their own thoughts.
It can be tempting, when trying to do the work grief requires to chase away the sorrow and pain with noise.
But that’s unhelpful.
Because you can’t really chase grief anywhere. It’s inside you, part of you, with you wherever you go.
Read the rest here: Silence is a Gift
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