I am convinced that the roar of silence is the sound of winds aloft.\u00a0Hearing the roar of silence is a part of ranch life. Today,\u00a0I began to think about it in a philosophical way. As the silence surrounds me,\u00a0my mind recalls a favorite of mine. T.S. Eliot, an American poet, wrote a poem titled, ‘Silence’.\u00a0Eliot alluded to the fact that he was terrified of the peace of silence. Silence does not scare me, nor does it bother me in the least. I embrace the cessation of\u00a0sounds around me. When one is alone, you’re all you have, and you can get a real\u00a0sense of your inner self. As long as you have your faith and a\u00a0sense of wellbeing, you have a moment in time where you can reflect on what is really\u00a0important in your own life.\u00a0The silence and aloneness brings this into sharp focus.\u00a0
\nI was not always comfortable with being alone. I grew up in a family of nine people. My first\u00a0memory of\u00a0being alone was while milking\u00a0our cow, Bossy. Even then I was not alone. That milk cow became my companion.\u00a0As a young married woman,\u00a0I received\u00a0my first taste of true silence. It wasn’t long before\u00a0I became comfortable with the hush of the\u00a0early dawn. When I think of peace and quiet, I think of our home and our life on the ranch.\u00a0The longer\u00a0my husband and\u00a0I are together, we\u00a0have come to be\u00a0at ease with those moments of\u00a0silence between us. There are long periods of times when we\u00a0may not utter a single word. Some things are better left unsaid. Silence is a conversation in itself. When you are free of distractions it is amazing how clear you can think. In our world of chaos, silence is a retreat for\u00a0the soul. It\u00a0gives us a place to rest\u00a0from our\u00a0thoughts, allowing us\u00a0precious moments\u00a0to\u00a0enjoy the solitude\u00a0of the tranquil space we are\u00a0caught up in.
\nNature is full of\u00a0restful sounds, and\u00a0it’s never truly silent most of the time. Sounds are layered. The sound of birds singing, the coyote’s call breaking the silence that lays over the air like a thick soundproof carpet, the song of the mating call of\u00a0locusts, the scuttling movements of a beetle, or the breeze weaving its way through the leaves or brush may bring me back to an awareness of my surroundings.\u00a0There are times, though,\u00a0that not even a peep can be heard. The dead of night, the hottest part of a summer day when nothing moves, or the silence\u00a0after a gentle snowfall.
\nWhen I visit a art museum or go\u00a0just to\u00a0look at art, I love to be surrounded by silence. To view art in complete silence is one of my greatest enjoyments. My mind slows to a snail’s pace, and I\u00a0have space to think and to enjoy the emotions\u00a0of the\u00a0art.\u00a0 The silence inspires my creative thoughts and allows me freedom of uninterrupted thought.
\nHelen Keller said it best, “There is beauty in everything, even silence and darkness.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am convinced that the roar of silence is the sound of winds aloft.\u00a0Hearing the roar of silence is a part of ranch life. Today,\u00a0I began to think about it in a philosophical way. As the silence surrounds me,\u00a0my mind recalls a favorite of mine. T.S. Eliot, an American poet, wrote a poem titled, ‘Silence’.\u00a0Eliot alluded to the fact that he was terrified of the peace of silence. Silence does not scare me, nor does it bother me in the least. I embrace the cessation of\u00a0sounds around me. When one is alone, you’re all you have, and you can get a real\u00a0sense of your inner self. As long as you have your faith and a\u00a0sense of wellbeing, you have a moment in time where you can reflect on what is really\u00a0important in your own life.\u00a0The silence and aloneness brings this into sharp focus.\u00a0
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