So many these days fail to appreciate silence. Some even seem afraid of it, or what will catch up will them in its tranquility.
TV/ phones, etc. continually spew forth as background noise, as if silence were an enemy that would devour them, minds constantly needing distraction, no peace within. Many seem to be running through life, ears blocked with headphones, afraid of the sound of silence, the stillness when the soul speaks.
I remember a time when man sat in tranquility, absorbing the silence, at one with nature. I wish my grandchildren to know this peace also.
There is a quote that even a fool is esteemed wise if he doesn’t open his mouth. Then there’s “empty vessels make the most noise”.
It’s been a life long lesson for me when to speak and when to remain silent. Always outspoken from the first (I was raised by a Yorkshire man!) I once took pride in not been afraid to “call a spade a spade”.
I’m still very far from politically correct, but I have learnt some wisdom. Learnt that folks are more receptive to “the truth” at some times than others, learnt if you drag the horse kicking and screaming to the river it’s unlikely to oblige by drinking the water.I also learnt – horror of horrors!- that I may be mistaken about things!
There is a time to speak and a time to be silent but boy it’s hard sometimes to know the difference! To keep silent when you should speak up is to be a moral coward, but sometimes it’s not the right time and would only make matters worse.
Part of my compass is to check my pride regulator. If it’s high maybe wait a while. I’ve learnt also to stop and pray (I’m not so wise on my own) and even the pause helps. I recall the phrase “the tongue is like a fire” so I try hard to think before striking matches. I don’t always succeed though.
I thought my life was pretty leisurely and laid back till I went to visit my sister in a country village near the historic beach town of Weymouth (famous for it’s sand and links to Georgian monarchs)
The adjustment began on the first evening when at 8pm. I simply couldn’t keep my eyes open. What a rude guest! (I generally sleep at about 12pm so this was highly unusual). I put it down to the fresh sea air. Little did I realize this was to be a constant problem each afternoon and evening (not to mention the resultant teasing from my brother in law who is 13 years older than me and perfectly immune to the disease!)
Dorset is famed for it’s beautiful gardens and scenery. We had a coffee (tea for me of course) here to rest from our walk through the fields. Strange I don’t remember anyone tapping away on their phones and silent luls in the conversation seemed to be considered normal.
It being Easter there were special activities including a morning raid by pirates (stopping for a beer at the local pub of course) before the beachfront fight
There was even a sailing ship to wonder round and look inside.