Yesterday I had a spare pocket of time, so I decided to sit quietly and stare out the window. In the silence, time seemed to go more slowly. When worries floated into my head, I tried to stop them. I focused on my own breathing, on my own heartbeat. It was difficult to stop the same thoughts from circling around in my head, but eventually I managed to focus on a point in the distance outside. Maybe it was a random leaf, or a bird pecking around in a neighbor’s yard, but whatever it was, I stared at it for a long time, until I felt serene. I said a few words of a prayer, but they floated away. Maybe God knew what was in my mind already and understood before I could articulate it, whether in thought or in word.
Silence is healthy sometimes. In church, the priest was talking about how it’s hard to find silence in the world these days, since every moment is filled with some kind of sound or some kind of technology to take our minds off spiritual matters. Silence is necessary to feed our souls and prepare us for a world that sometimes forgets that it doesn’t need to constantly be making noise.
Words like violence break the silence
Come crashing in, into my little world
Painful to me, pierce right through me…
– Depeche Mode, “Enjoy the Silence”