Last night I lit a few candles and sat silently, watching them glow.
I turned off my laptop, phone, iPod, and all the lights and I just sat there, watching the candles slowly burn.
I can't stop lighting them now. There's something really peaceful about just watching the flames dance... it's really calming.
So as I sat there in the silence I did something I don't think I've done in a long time; I listened to it. For a few minutes I heard nothing, but then, all at once, it was as if every single thought came plummeting upon me. Then, out of nowhere, I found myself praying to God. I can't remember the last time I truly prayed, most likely over a year ago.
I prayed for everything and everyone. Suddenly, I realized the silence had made me realize how much was actually on my mind. I am so grateful for everything I have and everyone in my life, but I like to brush off things that are bothering me. I typically write when I'm bothered or exercise, and although it may make me feel better, it never does anything to actually fix the problem.
Listening to the silence gave me a chance to think about how I'm going to handle what is on my plate. It gave me time to assess if I was blowing it out of proportion, or if I wasn't taking it seriously enough. It helped me think of ways to actually deal with my problems at hand. Being able to know I've got a few solutions right now feels so much better. Sure, writing a poem would make me feel better, but I would still have a problem, and sometimes I just don't feel like writing a poem or exercising every time I'm stressed...
I turned off my laptop, phone, iPod, and all the lights and I just sat there, watching the candles slowly burn.
I can't stop lighting them now. There's something really peaceful about just watching the flames dance... it's really calming.
So as I sat there in the silence I did something I don't think I've done in a long time; I listened to it. For a few minutes I heard nothing, but then, all at once, it was as if every single thought came plummeting upon me. Then, out of nowhere, I found myself praying to God. I can't remember the last time I truly prayed, most likely over a year ago.
I prayed for everything and everyone. Suddenly, I realized the silence had made me realize how much was actually on my mind. I am so grateful for everything I have and everyone in my life, but I like to brush off things that are bothering me. I typically write when I'm bothered or exercise, and although it may make me feel better, it never does anything to actually fix the problem.
Listening to the silence gave me a chance to think about how I'm going to handle what is on my plate. It gave me time to assess if I was blowing it out of proportion, or if I wasn't taking it seriously enough. It helped me think of ways to actually deal with my problems at hand. Being able to know I've got a few solutions right now feels so much better. Sure, writing a poem would make me feel better, but I would still have a problem, and sometimes I just don't feel like writing a poem or exercising every time I'm stressed...
Hello my friend. I am so happy that you have discovered the art of "listening" to the silence.And to do this at such an early age has me convinced that not only will you have a most fulfilled life yourself but that also will be a positive influence on others around you. I am just thrilled for you. The best to you and yours now and always."HUGS"
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