I am away from my normal city- frantic-like -a headless-chicken- life and routine. I am in East London, a town that seems to have mastered the art of exhaling long held breathes and breathe through its being. In this stunning bed and breakfast called the White House where I am staying, when I open my eyes, they feast upon the view of the ocean. It struck me then, as these things often do in the wee hours of the morning, when the world is still enveloped in the mysteries of silence that I do not have enough silence in my life.
There are constantly sounds around me, the buzz of street cars, hooting motorist, blasting music, children screaming, shouting and being joyful (the best sounds by far) and the humdrum of people going about in their everyday life, keeping the beast of industries going.
Sitting here overlooking the ocean, I am reminded of the gifts that silence brings:
quiet contemplation of life;
to listen and really hear my own heartbeat;
the pleasure of feeling my own breath caress my skin into aliveness
Suddenly I feel a lot more slowed ,relaxed. I suppose that is the charm of such places, the silent places——>they return you to yourself.
I wish I could stay all day in this space, but alas, work calls.
As I get into the day, my intention is to let the silence burrow inside me and remind me when things get frantic to pause a-while and find the silence within.
I wish you a joyful silence too.
Namaste
Life in motion 