Lately I’ve been overcome with feelings of empathy towards those around me. Those who once like myself see no way of escape. This in turn has brought up some unpleasant memories of days I just assume forget. So the world of silence becomes my solitude. I don’t get to take hikes like I used to, but I do have a lot of shade in the backyard, so I sit and mediate. I find that closing my mouth and simply focuses on the peacefulness around me, brings me a certain sense of serenity.
We spend so much time attached to our devices, we barely look up to see where we are going. Like many being attached to my laptop and phone is an occupational habit. But I still try and take a little time each day to be with yourself and focus on the life that surrounds me. For a really for a really long-time silence was torture to me. To have to listen to my own thoughts screaming painful words was overwhelming. It wasn’t until I learned to listen to the pain, that I began to understand. That I am okay just as I am and worthy of the love and respect I deserve.