Day 7 of The Writing Ritual: Silence is…

Silence is what happens when I close my eyes.  

Silence is being in a cabin in the middle of no where.

Silence is when I’m drifting into dreamland.  The moment between shutting my doors to reality and surrendering myself to the pillow top beneath me.

Silence is generous, soothing and kind. I feel peace with Silence. Calm sensation washes over me cleansing stagnant energy from my being.  Sometimes life gets so noisy that I beg for Silence, seeing her presence as an opportunity to hear, feel and know myself more.  I find myself when she is around.

Silence is the pinnacle of your inhale and the full expression of your exhale.

Silence is void of sensation.

Silence is the response I receive when something I’ve said didn’t register.  It’s usually served with a side of blank stares.

Silence is not found in the city.  She is found in the middle of the woods, no other soul in sight. 

Silence is a sign of respect in churches, in graveyard, in ceremonies, in moments where many might long to scream and cry instead they choose to writhe inside.

Silence is asked for in libraries, but the books always speak volumes.  Silence is golden or so they say.  I’m not sure what color silence is but I’m not sold on golden.

Silence is expected during fine arts performances until the crowd burst with applause.

Silence is the muted mouths starring down at their phones at the subway platform.

Silence is found in the freeze response while stress hormones course through my veins.

Silence is a shocking command, a play for control, when things get out of hand.

Silence comes and goes as she pleases.  Sometimes politely asked for, occasionally on a sign, commanded, demanded, to constrict and control.  There are no limits to her expression, but there will be to yours…at least if you’re doing what you’re told.