How do you hear in silence?
Another part of my life tends to be this uneven quietness. How I can just sit in a room with no talking and just watching people. There mannerisms and how they talk. A silent way to hush all the thoughts in my head.
There are even times where I am sitting there and I laugh not because I am in their conversation but the gestures they give helps me understand the words they are say. Yes even when someone is rigidly seated on a chair or sofa I can read so much.
Ah just today I look at a post someone liked and could tell by the way someone was crossing their legs that they just didn't have it in themselves to hold together, not sure if it was themselves or being in company with others.
I felt kind of sad by it. Yet it was just a picture. Who knows if it was just saying they were relaxing or just exhausted. I really don't know. Just enjoyed the color of the shoes. Says they have spunk. Either way it was fun to look at, enjoyable. Though I just hoped that the person dealt with whatever was making them war within.
And me, do I read what I am express? By far no. Even though I am sure others have got me down to some sort of science. I am this interesting, stand offish type person that when I finally do speak its profoundly says I have some sort of intelligence or sarcastic bite.
Yet that is just glimpses of me.
Such a good feeling to be in a form of quietness, say nature. For it certainly has it's own quirks within. Perhaps a silly point to say there is this complete silence in nature. Although I have heard it a few times in my life time. Its the calm to the core. Very much like the eye of a storm. It is something quite extraordinary and something so simple.
Beautiful.
Though you would think because I work in a noisy environment that I am such and extrovert type of person. And as much as I am an extrovert I know just how much the calm, solitude that silence brings. The shut down of my system. Kind of the well needed nap someone can gain. Its that gain much like the walking away, down a stone path to see this grand picture of beauty, sunset or a view worth a million pictures.
That is who I am.
I take in a lot of different things. By far I can be very quiet and observe much. Yet I can also be that one person that is going out of her way to help someone, bending over backwards to protect them, love them where I can.
Though I also understand that I cannot help everyone if I am in a downward spiral of my own. This is where I sleep a lot, I read, I write, I paint and I listen to music. Very much like listening to music to help one who stutters, to shatter their mind with another sound so the peace can come.
Odd you may say, but many people can relate. It is a soothing way to move in life.
For me it is just removing my hearing aids. It is just sitting and enjoying the vibrations that surround me. I can't expect someone who hears to get this. By far for them to comprehend the levels of silence I hear or can attain that complete peace, calm and joy. I don't dare declare that anyone strive to attain that level. But those who want to know me, understand I take long jaunts in silence.
I lean upon the vibrations of life and I listen with my eyes, nose, mouth and fingers. That is the best way to live life. Not forsaking anything but relearning just how simple life is.
Though by any means I don't dare anyone to crack an eardrum or shove metal in their ears. No.. if you ever want to experience some of my life, go a whole day with cotton balls or noise reducer headphones on your hears. Just gives a glimpse. But that is ONLY for those who try to understand why memorization, touching, textures and vibrations mean so much to me.
All others can just read. Just imagine. For this depth is meaningless to your comprehension.
Hmm. Right now all I hear is the stinging of the electricity and the tapping of keys on my laptop. I feel the warmth from the cold and the blanket keeping me warm. I feel the pressure of my cat atop my feet and I "hear" her purring through the vibrations her body is making.
Hence why I believe hugs are the greatest thing out there. Forget a snuggle. Forget the hand holding. Forget even the kiss on the forehead or on the earlobe. A hug tells me so much. The heart rate, the nerves, the tension, the expressions and the genuine hope.
Indeed I may be silly but I do miss a hug. To hear the vibrations of a breath and the blood pumping in the racing heart. Indeed it is the texture of the warmth and the tightness of the squeeze. That is the truth of a person. That is the best way to hear even in silence.
Perhaps a bit too much for some to know. But that is the best part of friendships. Not the gifts, not the food, not the company - just the hug that says all about you. What can I do but be happy I had a few.
So I smile recalling the last one. It was grand and I am grateful for that opportunity. Days gone. But I still have the memory. Sweetness indeed.
There are even times where I am sitting there and I laugh not because I am in their conversation but the gestures they give helps me understand the words they are say. Yes even when someone is rigidly seated on a chair or sofa I can read so much.
Ah just today I look at a post someone liked and could tell by the way someone was crossing their legs that they just didn't have it in themselves to hold together, not sure if it was themselves or being in company with others.
I felt kind of sad by it. Yet it was just a picture. Who knows if it was just saying they were relaxing or just exhausted. I really don't know. Just enjoyed the color of the shoes. Says they have spunk. Either way it was fun to look at, enjoyable. Though I just hoped that the person dealt with whatever was making them war within.
And me, do I read what I am express? By far no. Even though I am sure others have got me down to some sort of science. I am this interesting, stand offish type person that when I finally do speak its profoundly says I have some sort of intelligence or sarcastic bite.
Yet that is just glimpses of me.
Such a good feeling to be in a form of quietness, say nature. For it certainly has it's own quirks within. Perhaps a silly point to say there is this complete silence in nature. Although I have heard it a few times in my life time. Its the calm to the core. Very much like the eye of a storm. It is something quite extraordinary and something so simple.
Beautiful.
Though you would think because I work in a noisy environment that I am such and extrovert type of person. And as much as I am an extrovert I know just how much the calm, solitude that silence brings. The shut down of my system. Kind of the well needed nap someone can gain. Its that gain much like the walking away, down a stone path to see this grand picture of beauty, sunset or a view worth a million pictures.
That is who I am.
I take in a lot of different things. By far I can be very quiet and observe much. Yet I can also be that one person that is going out of her way to help someone, bending over backwards to protect them, love them where I can.
Though I also understand that I cannot help everyone if I am in a downward spiral of my own. This is where I sleep a lot, I read, I write, I paint and I listen to music. Very much like listening to music to help one who stutters, to shatter their mind with another sound so the peace can come.
Odd you may say, but many people can relate. It is a soothing way to move in life.
For me it is just removing my hearing aids. It is just sitting and enjoying the vibrations that surround me. I can't expect someone who hears to get this. By far for them to comprehend the levels of silence I hear or can attain that complete peace, calm and joy. I don't dare declare that anyone strive to attain that level. But those who want to know me, understand I take long jaunts in silence.
I lean upon the vibrations of life and I listen with my eyes, nose, mouth and fingers. That is the best way to live life. Not forsaking anything but relearning just how simple life is.
Though by any means I don't dare anyone to crack an eardrum or shove metal in their ears. No.. if you ever want to experience some of my life, go a whole day with cotton balls or noise reducer headphones on your hears. Just gives a glimpse. But that is ONLY for those who try to understand why memorization, touching, textures and vibrations mean so much to me.
All others can just read. Just imagine. For this depth is meaningless to your comprehension.
Hmm. Right now all I hear is the stinging of the electricity and the tapping of keys on my laptop. I feel the warmth from the cold and the blanket keeping me warm. I feel the pressure of my cat atop my feet and I "hear" her purring through the vibrations her body is making.
Hence why I believe hugs are the greatest thing out there. Forget a snuggle. Forget the hand holding. Forget even the kiss on the forehead or on the earlobe. A hug tells me so much. The heart rate, the nerves, the tension, the expressions and the genuine hope.
Indeed I may be silly but I do miss a hug. To hear the vibrations of a breath and the blood pumping in the racing heart. Indeed it is the texture of the warmth and the tightness of the squeeze. That is the truth of a person. That is the best way to hear even in silence.
Perhaps a bit too much for some to know. But that is the best part of friendships. Not the gifts, not the food, not the company - just the hug that says all about you. What can I do but be happy I had a few.
So I smile recalling the last one. It was grand and I am grateful for that opportunity. Days gone. But I still have the memory. Sweetness indeed.
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