In the absence of noise, well-being can flourish.
Yet absence implies the loss of something. This reminds me that with every loss there’s
I encountered an unexpected silence all around me the day my precious Bubba Boy left this world. It wasn’t that he’d been noisy in his dying. He hadn’t. He’d actually grown quieter in his final days.
If silence is the absence of sound, then what sound was missing? Gone were his breath, heartbeat, and light pitter-patter across the floor, yet none of these things explained the deep quiet.
It finally occurred to me that the stillness was the absence of noise in my own head and body. You see, for far too long there’d been a tsunami of incessant internal sirens communicating a frenetic story that I must do something. Was I not doing enough? Was I doing too much? Wasn’t there something more any of us could do?
Now today with more ease in my being, I’m once again taking stock of the things around me that create noise. The news media, television, radio, social media, etc., all have long been among the stories outside of me for which intentional boundaries are in place.
But there’s so much more to noise than what comes from outside of us. There’s also a noise arising from deep within. Such is the story in the head and that evidenced in the body. This running story impedes our flow, inhibiting creativity and well-being.
Mindfulness practice can help you witness such noise, an important step to voluntarily letting it go.
What noise do you witness inside of you? What stories can you let go to enhance your well-being?