Quiet is a non-noise word. It is a word that stills sounds and softens loud. Quiet is a mood, an attitude of being, an aura of stillness that can be sensed. It is a moment in that seems to exist in time and yet is a timeless moment. Quiet cannot be measured by the ticking of a clock. Quiet is.
Today, I experienced quiet. Measured by time, it was a brief moment. But the memory of it lingers in my soul like a tidbit of eternity. It was tangible. It was solid. It was real. In that moment, it seemed more real than any material object within sight. It was as though I could see quiet, hear quiet, smell quiet, taste quiet, and sense quiet.
It was as though quiet were a living being, and I was one with it. I became as quiet is.
Here is my reflective question for the day: “ What in me is not quiet, and how might it become as quiet is?”