All is quiet

I love listening to the sound of quiet in my house.  When everyone is quietly occupied, or when everyone is sleeping, or when I’m alone.  It’s a very peaceful feeling.  But as you listen you realise that it’s not that quiet.   My computer hums…the fridge buzzes, and the clock ticks. Even out in the wilderness, where the techno sounds are absent, it is never truly quiet.  The wind, even on still days, makes some noise and insects always buzz and water trickles.  Even when you get past those noises, in that quiet, there are other sounds.  You can hear the blood running in your veins you can hear the beat of your heart and most of all, when things are that still, you hear the still small voice.



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