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Yesterday over at Spiritual Dragonfly our lovely gossamer Ms. Dragonfly used a quote for a 3-Day Challenge post. I LOVED it…

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. ~Norton Juster~

I could identify with every example of quietude Juster mentioned in it. It made me think of quietude in a different way. Made me realize that even quietude has identifiable noises. I found myself wondering what other examples of quiet I might have in my own life. So I set myself to pondering!

  • abbott-fuller-graves-domestic-quietudeWhen I’m sitting up alone at night and Drollery and Bran are tucked away in bed safely sleeping and the house, too, is breathing and sleeping with night noises like the furnace or air kicking off and on pumping life into this home.
  • When I get in the car and shut the door. It’s pretty airtight, and suddenly all the noise of the world is muffled.
  • Lying in bed in the middle of the night at our cabin in the Uintahs. Though the river is a quarter mile or so from us, with no traffic trolling by on the highway, I can hear the quiet roar of it, like the purring of a cat.
  • Being left alone in an examining room at the hospital waiting for an ultrasound for a lump in my breast, hearing all the equipment quietly idling, ready for that excavation into terror.
  • Being home alone and doing my chores without putting on a CD. Listening instead to the plunk and splash of the dishes as I wash them, the scratchy brushing of the toilet bowl as I’m cleaning it, the tinkling of the chimes as I wipe the dust from the stained-glass angel hanging in my bedroom window.
  • Just walking in the front door when no one’s home and listening to the echoes of the kids’ laughter that still fill up every corner of the house.

I never would have associated things like that with quietude until I read that quote. Now I’m suddenly aware of all the little nooks and crannies where sacred solitude actually hides in my life. Reading that post was quite an epiphany for me. Do stop by and check it out.

And if you spend ANY time now thinking about where quietude is hiding in YOUR life, please leave a comment and share. I’d love to hear about those special, sacred places.

qui·e·tude (noun): a state of stillness, calmness, and quiet in a person or place.
Picture Credits:
Sign — www.pinterest.com
Lady Polishing Pan — www.artnet.com (Titled “Domestic Quietude” by Abbott Fuller)
Sea Shore — seattle.cbslocal.com