I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

Source: Chaim Potok, The Chosen

Picture: Vlad Studio @ Deviant Art

Inky’s Thoughts:  My grandparents were deaf and mute.  As I child I didn’t understand the difference or why they chose to communicate as they did with their hands.  Still, I learned their variation of slang sign, but upon their death did not learn more.

What I did learn, the legacy they gave me was the power of silence.   The ability to sit, in total silence alone with myself, and my thoughts.  It’s not as easy as it sounds. The demons you will conjure are horrifying, and relentless.  But if you make it through you will find a place that is pure, and filled with richness…

.. a small slice of peace in a rumbly jumbly world bent on racing over cliffs.  A place I can shut it all out and be alone with me, in the silence.