There are so many times that everyone should indulge in the
serenity of silence. The moments that mean the most can be
conducted in silence. Praise and worship is a fine and beautiful
example. Another time it means so much to share silence is
when you are running to greet someone you have not seen
for quite awhile. I have felt speechless, watching couples and
families reuniting at the airport. I then, spying my youngest
daughter, feel that squeeze of the heart, those tears starting
to burst forward when I spy her across the crowd.
That soundless, but so special, moment, hugging and holding
your loved one cannot be matched with a lot of chatter and
When you look deeply into someone’s eyes, words are rarely
needed. The look that a new mother has while studying and
closely gazing into her newborn baby’s fluttering eyes is
wordless. That moment can be equally matched by the father
seeing his baby and holding that precious bundle.
When do you feel the most like having a wordless period of time?
Here is a wonderful quote from Mother Theresa:
“God is the friend of silence.
See how nature, trees, flowers, grass grows in silence;
See how the stars, moon and the sun, how they
move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
I felt the need to be tranquil last night, I turned my cell
phone to muted. I decided to not read, not look at my blog
nor watch the television. I was alone for about an hour. I
was lying on the floor looking at the ceiling and trying to free
my mind from all my thoughts that kept trying to push their
way into my quiet time. They were invading my privacy with
assailing me with thoughts!
There is another side of silence that I would like to plunge
into. Sometimes, those negative thoughts start to creep in,
invading your peaceful moments, and suddenly taking away
the joy that you need to nourish your brain and your rested,
Silence has not worked with the one who hurt me more than
twice. Not replying to emails, having blocked his cell phone,
and not breaking down and reciprocating the emails. None of
this have worked. Silence. No replies at all: not working!
My grandmother (mother’s mother) used the “silent treatment”
on her husband, my dear grandpa. He would be puzzled, he
would ignore the silence, and she would conduct daily activities
around the silence. She would break into the silence to ask one of
her two daughters, “Amelia, tell your father it’s dinner time.” My
mother also would be brought into the “conspiracy” and asked to
tell her Dad that he needed to ‘stop by the store after work to pick
up milk for the family.’
My mother told me sometimes days would pass before something
would “break the silence” between her parents!
I don’t want to “break the silence.” But, if I did, I would not be using
the rant I wrote about rather living in a zoo with the monkeys. No,
my serious thoughts in silence form sentences that are more likely
to be powerful. Maybe, if possible, it would stop the person who
wants to invade my life. He wants to try to continue to irritate while
Here is my piece or my peace, depending on the interpretation of
the words that follow:
“Out of over 250 days together passed in close range and filled with
possible moments to cherish, only five to seven days were you ever
fully engaged. There were only less than a week’s worth of days’
time that you were thinking of us, every moment, spent together.”
“You were only “fully mine” and we were completely both happy
for that short period of time. The endless calls, the daily constant
contact with your other female friends was never-ending. There
were not many days that you would ignore their calls.”
I would like to take those golden, splendid days, that I used to take
out as a goal, as the HOPE that kept me going, burning themselves
into my memory bank and throw them out. I want to stop dusting
them off and holding them up for scrutiny, reveling in their brightness.
I think that I would like to have them fade away, I would like them to
get old and tattered like a piece of old newspaper with announcements
that did not last. They should fade fast into darkness and turn black
I carried the “hurt” heart (and those feelings) for so long that I need to
let them go, as I pray and hope you will let me go. I need to make lots
of room for Joy!”
Contacting him and saying these words would keep the door open, I am
afraid. So, I need to write these words, print them up and read them
until I believe them and then, burn them. And slam that door in my
brain shut and lock it, then throw away the key!