Everything stopped. No mindless rushing for last minute trinkets or ingredients for the upcoming feast. No jangling ring tones to map out last minute strategies. No sound of showers, hair blowers or bathroom cabinets flying open. Just the sound of a great wind muffled by the curtain of falling flakes.
Upon the dawn, nature was in contemplation’s silence. The sound of traffic was stilled. No tweeting birds. No barking dogs. Inside, even household sounds were muted. A true Christmas peace wrapped in a box of white.
“How silently the wondrous gift is given” a carol’s verse begins - the wonders of heaven are imparted to the heart. Silence is intimidating. It keeps us in the present. It gives our minds permission to listen to the stirrings of that “still, small voice” of the Great Spirit within.
Decide to make a journey this year into the whiteness of silence. The mechanics of contemplation are easy. The difficulties are many. To release fear and embrace silence. To give silence priority as a task of value. To risk transformation.
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