Friday, July 26, 2013

Hard Silence

Just before he left I noticed that unpleasant flutter of my heart- what was that? Fear? Panic? Why would I be nervous to be left alone? Haven’t I been waiting for this all week?

So I busy myself with surface things while I wait for him to leave. I check email, chat on facebook, pick up my socks. I learn about indoor gardening and research strength training, because we all know I’m going to start doing these things soon.  Even after he leaves, when I am free to create, I read a light articles about becoming a “beautiful badass.”

Why am I afraid of the silence?

Perhaps I will find only dullness. Perhaps there will be nothing to create, nothing to say. Perhaps I will be (horror of horrors) unproductive, and a failure.  Perhaps I will be bored. Perhaps I will be empty. Or challenged. Perhaps I will bleed or cry, alone here in the hotel room.

Silence is unpredictable.

Writing is hard.

I must take it in small pieces: this project, and the silence. I will turn off my phone and disconnect from the internet if only for a half hour.

How much noise is in your life?

Do you ever shut it all off?

What is it like for you?


  1. I have found that I don't realize how much noise surrounds me until it's not there. I had the house to myself one afternoon, and I was excited to sit down and create. I had thought about it all morning, had ideas I wanted to type out....But when the noise was gone, so were the ideas. It wasn't wasted though, I read some and just sat to receive the blessing of silence and grace.

  2. I, too, am trying to figure out how to hang on to my "one day I want to..." list. When I get the opportunity, the quiet time, I can't find the drive, the ideas have left me... I want to remember to do what Angie described above...sit and receive the blessings.


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