Silence

“Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.”
—Thomas Carlyle

When I get scared and I've been scared a lot lately and I'm full of anxiety, I sometimes feel compelled to fill the air with talk. I may be saying nothing of substance, but still, the noise is somehow comforting to me. It affirms that I’m here, that I’m active and alive.

The sound of the spoken word can be a wonderful tool for healing, yet I must learn to feel the value of silence. I can do this by surrounding myself with quiet, instead of the sound of my voice.

The older I get the more silence seems necessary if I am to listen carefully to the messages my soul is trying to send to my over active brain.

Cliches' become cliches because they are true--Silence is golden.

Question: When do you talk when silence is what is really be called for?

Some days the words come easy. Some days they don't come at all. Some days it is so easy to love and some days it is hard. Since my heart attack the words have been coming steadily even if not real creatively. And love and being loved is easier than it has ever been for me.

I wish it didn't take a crisis, an emergency room, a by-pass to make love easier. But that is what it took and I wouldn't take anything for it.

Question: What did it take to get you to take in the love that has been sent your way?