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Silence and the song
I live in a VERY rural area. This time of year, when the crickets, frogs and other insects are "hibernating" I can go outside at night, stand in the dark and hear....absolutely nothing, if the coyotes and wolves aren't howling. The only sound I hear is a slight ringing and my pulse in my ears that I don't hear during the day when sounds of things more naturally pop up.
Besides the sky filled with a million diamonds, there is that utter, complete and beautiful silence. A silence so complete that one might believe they have gone deaf. A silence so profound in itself it is like a beautiful song. It charges my batteries, all is well in the world. A silence of such beautiful melody that when I return back indoors, it inspires me to play more music on my guitar as beautifully and gently as I can.
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I find true stillness and true natural "darkness" (starlight and moonlight only) to be incredibly inspiring.
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Very nice!
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Great post and one I can identify with. Reading it reminds me of the sublime beauty of the night sky of southern Utah during many of my vacations. Thanks for the reminder.
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About 20 years ago I first brought my wife to this little town where we have lived since then. It was a Thanksgiving weekend. After a short tour of town, I took her out to the Angelina River bottoms where me and my friends camped for years. I stopped in the short driveway of somebody's deer lease gate and killed the engine. Then I had her get out of the car and just listen.
She grew up in a city and had lived in one metropolitan area or another all her life. The silence was profound. It was daytime but nothing seemed to be stirring. There was the ever so slight sound of a gentle breeze in the pines and the oak and sweetgum leaves falling through the air. I love the silence and the stillness. She was amazed, she had never heard nothing before.
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One of my bandmates from 40 years back had a great saying: “Silence is the source.” During practice, when our parts clashed or we couldn’t make a tune gel, Chip would stop playing and just listen. I’d follow his cue when I felt my grip of the song slipping.
Much of life can get to be noise. Thanks, Nailpicker, for the reminder. Peace, Jimmy
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Good stuff.
My wife and Vacationed in Arizona years ago and we spent a full day at the Grand Canyon. The solitude and silence coupled with the majesty of it all was both breathtaking and peace-giving. Being born in the Great Plains I spent many a youthful evening after the sun went down just lying on the ground staring at the stars in quiet. I miss that.
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One of the many reasons I used to indulge in solo alpine backpacking.
A few nights in a place like this is a great way to find yourself (again) Always thought it should be a requirement for almost any degree to spend a week in the wilderness all alone. You learn things about yourself
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Yes, well put. You put into words one thing I miss from my rural upbringing, the opportunity to try to comprehend the full night sky, the full absence of human sounds.
Over at my blog I was revisiting Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" last week. I wondered (remembering rural roads at night) if Frost, instead of contemplating a well-lit copse of trees while traveling in the country on "the darkest evening of the year," was more at lost in the falling dark. The Frost line in it that stood out to me as I revisited this poem: "the sweep of easy wind and downy flake." Reminded in memory of that level of ambience where you can hear the top layers of snow sweeping over the layers of snow beneath them.
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I've lived in Las Vegas for almost 40 years and can remember 20+ years ago driving out to Red Rock Canyon in the very early morning, shutting off the engine, stepping out of the car into complete and utter silence. It was so quiet it almost painful but after a few moments it seemed like a tonic that just washed over me and gave me a feeling of peace.
Sadly, that quiet is no longer available, even in the early morning. I envy those of you who can find it these days. PJ |
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That "sounds" just about perfect. We RV camp quite a bit over the summer months in Canada. Last couple of years I rigged it up with LED lighting, batteries & a solar panel.
Spent 10 days in Northern Algonquin Park and the evening silence was only broken with the call of the loon, owl or coyote |