“Nowadays most men lead lives of noisy desperation” – James Thurber
Do you ever long for silence? I do. I’m a writer, so that means that my work is all about words. In addition to creative writing, a writer is expected to blog, tweet, post on Facebook, post on Goodreads, and comment on others’ blogs, tweets and posts. The appeals seem endless. Now, you may argue that these are all silent words – but are they? They act upon the ears of the mind just as much as spoken sounds.
What is the true silence we long for? It is, for me, the wordless silence of a still mind. Still – undistracted by words. In it we hear the silent language of tree, of rock, of mountain and plain, of God. These voices tell us what is real. Our words, at their best, witness to this reality; but if we cannot be still enough to hear it, how can we speak its truth?
I want my writing to reflect the deeper reality, to put into words what I hear without them. I cannot do this without silence.