Sometimes, the voices surrounding us are loud. Too loud, in fact, to actually allow us to hear what others are demanding.
Sometimes, the voices are nonexistent and we, more or less, are on our own (if not lonely).
But all too infrequently, we stop, focus, and purposely seek out the whispers; the whispers that call upon us to experience this very moment, the ones that soften our hearts and allow us to see most things more clearly, the ones that help us to recognize our place within eternity’s manifest, yet surprisingly complicated, blueprint.
The silence is essential