In The Quiet1
There is just something about snow that just makes everything a little bit quieter. The road seems a bit softer as you’re driving along. There are usually fewer cars and the normal sound of the road is replaced by a soft crunching sound.
When you’re standing out in it, the snow swirling all around you, there’s just this sense of reverence, I think. People tend to stay in more than they run around. Families get all bundled up and go out and play together while the snow. It just kind of lets us off the hook from some things we were going to do and gives us some incentive to relax and have a little fun.
It’s Lent now, so the quiet seems to just fit. I hadn’t really put much thought into what I was going to do to celebrate it. And then it snowed. And there was quiet.
I need more quiet in my life. Yes. I live alone. But when I’m home, there is always noise. I just need to make room for more silence. So I’ve been turning off my television by 8:30 every night. And the first week I found myself in bed or asleep in my recliner by 9:00 every evening.
The noise is just a filler, a distraction to keep my soul tied up in knots with no room to breathe. The silence is a place where I can just exist. There are no expectations on me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Maybe I’ll read a little more of Bird by Bird. Maybe I’ll finally go through this stack of magazines. And maybe I’ll finish cleaning out my closet. And then, of course, bed is always pulling me in after a long day at work. And any of that works.
Quiet is healing for wounds we never knew we had.
Honey for our souls.
I hope you have some time to go out and enjoy the snow. But while you’re out there, I hope you have a moment where all you can notice is the quietness of it all and be reminded at what a gift it is to you.