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Sitting in silence. It’s still dark outside. White lights on the Christmas
tree reflect off the dangling colored ornaments. Stock simmers on the stove.
Drips can be heard outside; it’s the first day in a week above freezing.
Yesterday, I posted a graphic I’d saved. It simply read,
“Silence calms my soul.”
Silence is a gift. Silence is golden. Silence is often missed; not even
an operative word. We live with so much noise, chatter continually happening,
externally, yes, but internally.
Sitting in silence, I listen for sound; the stockpot lid starting to
rattle, more melting and splashing, the coffee pot’s gurgling, my dog stretching
and changing position. In silence I hear these things that might otherwise be
missed.
Thousands of years ago, shepherds sat in the silence of the night. I
imagine there was a warm, crackling fire and stories of the day being shared
among friends.
Their silence was broken with a great announcement: a shepherd-king had been born.
That day history changed, their lives changed, my life
changed. I wonder if they might have missed it if the noise of the day had been
clamoring instead of silent?
My friends, silence is fleeting. I hope you find moments of it to hear
what’s going on around you; things both great and small.
Merry Christmas –
Missy
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