“I walked on, talking in my head. In all the miles no silence lived. Inside my thoughts, I realized finally that, more than in wind or cold or Breakup, the power and absoluteness of wild earth resided in its huge uncompromising silence.”
-Seth Kantner (from my favorite book of this year, Ordinary Wolves)
There is solace to be found, always.
May you find your solace even amidst chaos and uncertainty, at the abiding center of yourself, deep inside.
My solace is found in silence, writing, books, animals, simplicity, music, friendship, laughter and nature, yes, these are my places. Those sweet things that resonate to the core of being.
Yes, there is solace to be found.
“..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.”
“Writing is the supreme solace.”
-W. Somerset Maugham
“Find joy and solace in the simple, and cultivate your utopia by felling the Tao in every cubic inch of space.”
“Books can be a source of solace…”
“I find solace in animals. I have a stray dog at home called Candy. I picked it up while I w as waiting at the airport one day. I always wanted to have a “macho” dog but got this sweet little thing instead.”
“Music has always been a great solace for me. It’s still something that gives me far more joy than movies, I must say. I love movies too. But somehow, music can transport you. There are so many different kinds of experiences you can have with music.”
“Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?”
“Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.
“I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
“Laughter heals, gives solace, and is life enhancing.”
How lovely to find quotes for each and every one of my special solaces….
“Not speaking and speaking are both human ways of being in the world, and there are kinds and grades of each. There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy; the sober silence that goes with a solemn animal face; the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul, whence emerge new thoughts; the alive silence of alert perception, ready to say, “This… this…”; the musical silence that accompanies absorbed activity; the silence of listening to another speak, catching the drift and helping him be clear; the noisy silence of resentment and self-recrimination, loud and subvocal speech but sullen to say it; baffled silence; the silence of peaceful accord with other persons or communion with the cosmos.”
So many silences, a profound collection. To these eloquent words of Goodman’s I would add, the silence of being one with nature, and in awe of the beauty and connections …
This silence has been waiting for me.
I will be open to all it has to say.
“When I am silent,
I fall into the place where everything is music.”