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Listening to the silence

Whipped cream sky
Whipped cream sky

When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion, it glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water.  Its color is silver.  And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it.  The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking.  Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.

~ Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water

Sunday sunset
Sunday sunset

In Silence there is eloquence.  Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

~ Rumi

Time passes
Time passes

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?  Or the quiet and calm just as the storm ends?  Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house?  Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.

~ Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

The sky darkens
The sky darkens

In the ultimate stillness
Light penetrates the whole realm;
In the still illumination,
There pervades pure emptiness.
When I look back on the
Phenomenal world,
Everything is just
Like a dream.

~ Han-shan Te-Ch’ing

On a quest
On a quest

Take time to be quiet.  This is something that we don’t do enough in this busy world of ours.  We rush, rush, rush, and we are constantly listening to noise all around us.  The human heart was meant for times of quiet, to peer deep within.  It is when we do this that our hearts are set free to soar and take flight on the wings of our own dreams!  Schedule some quiet “dream time” this week.  No other people.  No cell phone.  No computer.  Just you, a pad, a pen, and your thoughts.

~ Jim Rohn

Quiet time


Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

23 thoughts on “Listening to the silence

  1. This past weekend we saw 4 different flocks of birds different than we’ve ever seen before. Was amazing, 3 of these instances looked a lot like your photo ‘on a quest.’ 🙂 I sat down tonight to write back to you. But husband cleaned house for our holiday company and I can’t find your letter. 😦 So email me your address and I’ll send you mail! 🙂


  2. This is a gorgeous post, Robin. Love the way you allow your images and the words of others speak for you. The quote by Anne Spollen is especially eloquent. Don’t you just love the notion that silence, like water could have a shape, even its shapelessnes?

    Hugs from Ecuador,


Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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